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T//£  BENSON  LIBRARY  OF  HYMNOLOGY 

Endowed  by  the  Reverend 
Louis  Fitzgerald  Benson,  d.d. 


LIBRARY  OF  THE  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 
PRINCETON,  NEW  JERSEY 

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NEW- YORK: 
ANSON  D.  F.  KANDOLPH,  GS.S  BROADWAY. 

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A  Fzw  of  the  following  poems  may  be  consid- 
ered as  rather  i?nitaiions  than  translations,  al- 
though the  ideas  and  structure  are  too  much  bor- 
rowed to  allow  them  to  be  called  original.  It  is 
hoped  this  small  Selection  may  give  pleasure  to 
some  who  are  not  acquainted  with  the  German 
language,  and  lead  others  to  explore  farther  fof 
themselves  its  treasures  of  devotional  poetry. 

EDLNBURan,  December,  lSo8. 


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I 


CONTENTS. 


PAOB 

A  gentle  Angel  walketh  throughout  a  world  of 

woe, 71 

Ah !  grieve  not  so,  nor  so  lament, 41 

Ah  !  this  heart  is  void  and  chill, 73 

All  things  are  yours  !    Oh  !  sweet  message  of 

mercy  divine  ! CI 

Arise  !  ye  lingering  saints  arise  ! 25 

Be  still,  my  soul  I — the  Lord  is  on  thy  side, ....  S4 

Behold  me  here,  in  grief  draw  near, 3S 

Come,  brothers,  let  us  onward, 4-''> 

Come  forth  !  come  on,  with  solemn  song ! . . . .  lOS 
Darkness  reigns — the  hum  of  life's   commo- 
tion,   20 

Depart,  my  child !  the  Lord  thy  spirit  calls,. .  23 

Flow,  my  tears,  flow  still  faster, 92 

God  calling  yet ! — and  shall  I  never  hearken,  10*  > 

Here  is  my  heart !  my  God,  I  give  it  Thee,. . .  16 

IIow  blessed,  from  the  bonds  of  sin, 54 


6  CONTENTS. 

How  weary  and  how  worthless  this  life  at 

times  appears  ! 85 

I  have  had  my  days  of  blessing, 102 

I  journey  forth  rejoicing, 55) 

I  rest  with  Thee,  Lord  I  whither  should  I  go  ?  103 

J  will  love  Thee,  all  my  treasure  ! C7 

If  only  He  is  mine, 9G 

Jesus,  still  lead  on, 22 

Jesus,  Sun  of  Righteousness, J4 

Jesus !  what  was  that  which  drew  Thee, 73 

/'Jesus'  hour  is  not  yet  come," 8i 

Lord,  the  waves  are  breaking  o'er  rae  and 

around, 5B 

Meet  again  !  yes,  we  shall  meet  again, 95 

My  Father  is  the  mighty  Lord, 45 

My  Grod  with  me  in  every  place, 2T 

My  God  !  I  know  that  I  must  die, 84 

31y  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt  1 47 

Never  couldst  thou  bear  to  grieve  us, S'i> 

O  silent  Lamb !  for  me  Thou  hast  endured,. . .  104 

Oil !  how  blessed  are  ye,  saints  forgiven, 2S 

Oh!  sweetest  words  that  Jesus   could  have 

sought, CS 

Once  a  merchant  travelled  far  and  wide, SI 

Our  beloved  have  departed, 17 


CONTENTS.  T 

Praise  to  Jehovah  !  the  almighty  King  of  Cre- 
ation ! 107 

Quietly  rest  the  woods  and  dales, o'l 

Rejoice,  all  ye  believers, 51 

Remember  me,  my  God  !  remember  me, 11 

Return,  return ! 75 

Smiling,  a  bright-eyed  seraph  bent,  T-S 

Sun  of  comfort,  art  thou  fled  for  ever  ? C5 

Thou  shalt  rise !  my  dust,  thou  shalt  arise  ! . .  1 1  '> 

Tremble  not,  though  darkly  gather, IS 

"Weary,  waiting  to  depart, 60 

"We  praise  and  bless  Thee,  gracious  Lord, 9'» 

Weep  not,  Jesus  lives  on  high, 14 

What  no  human  eye  hath  seen, Ill 

What  mean  ye  by  this  wailing, C? 

What  shall  I   be,  my  Lord,  when  I  behold 

Thee, 9S 

Will  that  not  joyful  be, U 

Yes!  our  Shepherd  leads  with  gentle  hand,..  49 


f  mnns  txm  tk  f  nn^  of  f  wtljer. 


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JOYS    TO    COME. 

"  WiED  das  niclit  Freude  sevn  V* 


"  Everlasting  joy  shall  be  npon  their  heads :  they  shall 
obtain  gladness  and  joy." — Isa.  51  :  11. 


Will  that  not  joyful  be, 
When  we  walk  bv  faith  no  more, 
When  the  Lord  we  loved  before. 

As  Brother-man  we  see ; 
When  He  welcomes  us  above, 
When  we  share  His  smile  of  love, 

Will  that  not  joyful  be  ? 

Will  not  that  joyful  be, 
When  to  meet  us  rise  and  come, 
All  our  buried  treasures  home, 

A  gladsome  company ! 
When  our  arms  embrace  again. 
Those  we  mourned  so  long  in  vain, 

Will  that  not  joyful  be  ? 


10  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

Will  that  not  joyful  be, 
When  the  foes  we  dread  to  meet, 
Every  one  beneath  our  feet 

We  tread  triumphantly  I 
When  we  never  more  can  know 
Shghtest  touch  of  pain  or  woe, 

Will  that  not  joyful  be  ? 


Will  that  not  joyful  be, 
AVhen  we  hear  what  none  can  tell, 
And  the  ringiug  chorus  swell 

Of  angels'  melody  I 
When  we  join  their  songs  of  praise, 
Hallelujahs  with  them  raise, 

WiU  that  not  joyful  be  ? 


Yes  !  that  will  joyful  bo  ; 
Let  the  world  her  gifts  recall, 
There  is  bitterness  in  all : 

Her  joys  are  vanity ! 
Courage,  dear  ones  of  my  heart ! 
Though  it  grieves  us  here  to  part, 

There  we  will  joyful  be ! 

il.  C.  VON  SCUWHINITZ, 


LAND  OF  LUTHER.  11 

DYING   PETITIONS. 

*'  GzDENKB  meln,  mein  Gott." 

^  REiiEMBER  me,  my  G-od !  remember  me, 
In  liour  of  deepest  woe ; 
Thou  art  my  only  hope,  my  only  plea, 

Against  th'  accusing  foe. 
Oh  I  show  me  now  Thy  full  salvation, 
Oh !  hear  my  dying  supplication  I 

Remember  me!" 

"I  think  on  thee,  behever!  tremble  not, 
Thy  Saviour  still  is  near  : 
Here  is  my  cross,  my  blood  to  cleanse 
each  spot, 

My  promises  to  cheer. 
Is  not  my  love  unchanged,  unshaken  ? 
How  shall  mine  own  be  e'er  forsaken  ? 

I  thkilv  on  thee  !" 

*'  PvCm.ember  me !  man's  help  can  naught 
avail 

In  the  dark  valley's  shade ; 
^fy  strength  must  faint,  my  flesh   and 
heart  must  fail. 

Oh !  haste  Thou  to  mine  aid ! 
Silence  and  darkness  o'er  me  steahng, 
Oh  !  be  Thou  still  thyself  revealing, — 

Remember  me !'' 


12  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

'^  I  think  on  thee !  soon  in  the  better  land 
Thou  shalt  with  me  rejoice ; 
The  harps  of  heaven  are  waiting  for  thy 
hand, 

The  chorus  for  thy  voice  : 
The  angel  bands  are  round  thee  bending, 
Thy  parting  spirit  close  attending, — 

I  think  on  thee  !" 


"Remember  mel  by  Thine  own  hour  of 
pain, 

Appear  in  mine  to  save 
Smooth  for  my  rest  the  couch  where  Thou 
hast  lain. 

The  pillow  of  the  grave ; 
And  while  the  years  of  time  are  flying, 
In  that  lone  place  of  darkness  lying, — 

Remember  me  !" 


'•  I  think  on  thee !  thine  own  Redeemer 
lives, 

Thy  hope  shall  not  be  vain; 
When  the  last  trump  its  solemn  summons 
gives. 

Thou  shalt  arise  again. 
Now,  go  in  peace,  securely  sleeping, 
Thy  dust  is  safe  in  angels'  keeping, — 

I  think  on  thee!" 


LAXI)  OF  LUIHEIL  13 

'*  Remember  me,  and  the  afflicted  band 
Whom  I  must  leave  behind ! 
Pom*  consolation  from   Thine  own   rich 
hand 

On  mourning  heart  and  mind. 
Oh !  hear  this  one,  this  last  petition, 
Then  shall  I  go  in  glad  submission, — 

Remember  me !'' 


"I  think  on  thee!  with  that  sad  band  of 
love 

I  will  in  mercy  deal ; 
Mv  tender  sympathy  their  souls  shall 
prove 

My  Spirit's  power  to  heal. 
The  long-sought  bliss  shall  yet  be  given, 
The  lost  of  earth  are  found  in  heaven,— 

I  think  on  thee!" 


'*Now,  sweetly  sleep!  angels  thy  soul  re- 
ceive. 

And  bear  to  Jesus'  breast! 
Long  in  our  hearts  thy  memoiy  shall  live, 

Here  let  thy  body  rest. 
Secure  from  earthly  pain  and  sorrow, 
Till  dawns  the  resurrection  morrow. 

Xow,  sweetly  sleep!'' 
Unbekanntes. 


14  HYMNS  FKOir  THE 

WEEP   ITOT. 

"  Weink  nicht  !'* 

"The  Loi-d  hath  heard  the  voice  of  my  weeping." — Psalm 
<  :8. 

Weep  not — Jesus  lives  on  high, 

0  sad  and  wearied  one  ! 
If  thou  with  the  burden  sigh, 
Of  grief  thou  canst  not  shun, 
Trust  Him  still, 
Soon  there  will 
Roses  in  the  thicket  stand, 
Goshen  smile  in  Egypt's  land» 

"Weep  not — Jesus  thinks  of  thee 

When  all  beside  forget, 
And  on  thee  so  lovingly 
His  faithfulness  has  set, 

That  though  all 
Ruin'd  fall, 
Every  thing  on  earth  be  shaken, 
Thou  wilt  never  be  forsaken. 

AVeep  not — Jesus  heareth  thee, 
Hears  thy  moanings  broken, 
Hears  when  thou  right  wearily 
All  thy  grief  hast  spoken. 

Raise  thy  cit, 
He  is  nigh, 


LA^D   or   LUIIIEK.  15 

And  when  waves  roll  full  in  new, 
He  shall  nx  their  "  Hitherto." 

Weep  not — Jesus  loveth  thee, 

Thounrh  all  around  mav  scorn, 
And  though  poison "d  arrows  be 
Upon  thy  buckler  borne, 

With  His  love, 
iSaught  can  move ; 
A  U  mav  fail — vet  onlv  wait, 
He  shaU  make  the  crooked  straigiit. 

Weep  not — Jesus  cares  for  thee, 

Then  what  of  good  can  faU  ? 
Why  shouldst  thou  thus  gloomily 
At  thought  of  trouble  quail  ? 
He  will  bear 
All  thy  care ; 
And  if  He  the  burden  take, 
He  whl  all  things  perfect  make. 

Weep  not — Jesus  comforts  thee, 

He  yet  shall  come  and  save, 
And  each  sorrow  thou  shalt  see 
Lie  buried  in  thy  grave. 

Sin  shall  die, 
Grief  shall  flv, 
Thou  host  wept  thy  latest  tears 
When  the  Lord  of  life  appears ! 

B.  SCHMOLK 


16  HYMNS  FilOM  THE 

HERE  IS  MY  HEART ! 

**  HiKR  ist  mein  Hera." 
"  My  son,  give  me  thine  heart."— Prov.  23  :  26. 

f     Here  is  my  heart  I — my  God,  I  give  it 
Thee; 
I  heard  Thee  call  and  say, 
'Not  to  the  world,  my  child,  but  unto 
me," — 

I  heard,  and  v/ill  obey. 
Here  is  love's  ofiering  to  my  King, 
Which  in  glad  sacrifice  I  bring. 
Here  is  my  heart. 

Here  is  my  heart ! — surely  the  gift,  though 
poor, 

My  God  will  not  despise ; 
A^ainly  and  long  I  sought  to  make  it  pure, 
To  meet  Tliy  searching  eyes : 
Corrupted  first  in  Adam's  fall. 
The  stains  of  sin  pollute  it  all. 
My  guilty  heart ! 

Here  is  my  heart ! — my  heart  so  hard 
before, 

Now  by  Thy  grace  made  meet  : 
Yet  bruised  and  wearied,  it  can  only 
pour 

Its  anguish  at  Thy  feet ; 


LAND   OF   LUTIIEK.  17 

It  groans  beneath  the  weight  of  sin, 
It  sighs  salvation's  joy  to  win. 

•  My  mourning  heart  I 

Here  is  my  heart ! — in  Christ  its  longiugs 
end, 
Near  to  His  cross  it  draws ; 
It  says,    "  Thou  art  my  portion,   0  my 
friend  ! 

Thy  blood  my  ransom  was." 
And  in  the  vSaviour  it  has  found 
What  blessedness  and  peace  abound. 
My  trusting  heart ! 

/  Here  is  my  heart ! — ah !  Holy  Spirit,  come. 
Its  nature  to  renew, 
And  consecrate  it  wholly  as  Thy  home, 
A  temple  fair  and  true. 
Teach  it  to  love  and  serve  Thee  more. 
To  fear  Thee,  trust  Thee,  and  adore. 
My  cleansed  heart ! 

Here  is  my  heart ! — it  trembles  to  dniv, 
near 

The  glory  of  Thy  throne  ; 
Give  it  the  shining  robe   Thy  servant? 
wear, 
Of  righteousness  Thine  own : 
Its  pride  and  folly  chase  avs'ay, 
And  all  its  vanity,  I  pray. 

My  humbled  heart  I 
o 


IS  HYMNS   FROM    TUE 

Here  is  my  heart! — teach  it,  0  Lord,  to 
cling 

In  gladness  unto  Thee  ; 
And  m  the  day  of  sorrow  still  to  smg, 
*'  Welcome,  my  Clod's  decree." 
Believing,  all  its  journey  through. 
That  Thou  art  wise,  and  just,  and  true. 
My  waiting  heart ! 

Here  is  my  heart ! — 0  Friend  of  friends, 
be  near 

To  make  each  tempter  fly  ; 
And  when  my  latest  foe  I  wait  with  fear, 
Give  me  the  victory ! 
Gladly  on  Thy  love  reposing. 
Let  me  say,  when  life  is  closing, 

"  Here  is  my  heart !" 

Ehrenfried  Liedich. 


DISCIPLIIsrE. 

"Zagk  nicht." 


Tremble  not,  though  darkly  gather 
Clouds  and  tempests  o'er  thy  sky, 

Still  believe  thy  Heavenly  Father 
Loves  thee  best  when  storms  are  nigh. 


LAND   OF  LUTHLR.  19 

"\Yhen  the  sun  of  fortune  shinetii 
Long  and  brightly  on  the  heart, 

Soon  its  fruitfalness  dechneth. 
Parched  and  dry  in  every  part. 

Then  the  plants  of  grace  have  faded 

In  the  dry  and  burning  soil ; 
Thorns    and    briers  their  growth  have 
shaded — 

Earthly  cares  and  earthly  toil. 

But  the  clouds  are  seen  ascending  ; 

Soon  the  heavens  are  overcast ; 
And  the  "weary  heart  is  bending 

'Nuath  affliction's  stormy  blast. 

Yet  tlie  Lord,  on  high  presiding. 

Rules  the  storm  with  powerful  hand  ; 

He  the  shower  of  grace  is  guiding, 
To  the  dry  and  barren  land. 

See,  at  length  the  clouds  are  breaking — 
Tempests  have  not  pass'd  in  vain  : 

For  the  soul,  revived,  awaking, 
Bears  its  fruits  and  flowers  again. 

Love  divine  has  seen  and  counted 

Every  tear  it  caus'd  to  fall, 
And  the  storm  which  love  appointed, 

Was  its  choicest  gift  of  all. 


20  HYMNS  PiiO^r   THK 


A  MOTHER'S  PHAYER  IN  THE 

NIGHT. 

Darkness  reigns — the  hum  of  life's  corn- 
motion 

On  the  hstening  ear  no  longer  breaks ; 
Stars  are  shining  on  the  deep  blue  ocean, 

All  is  silent — Love  alone  awakes. 

Love  on  earth  its  lonely  vigils  keeping, 
Love  in  heaven,  that  rests  or  slumbers 
not; 
Peace,    my  anxious  heart  I    though  thou 
v^ert  sleeping. 
Love  divine  has  ne'er  its  charge  forgot. 

And  for  you,  my  brightest  earthly  flowers, 
You,  my  children,  Love  divine  has  cared ; 

Sleep,  beloved  ones!  through  these  dark 
hours — 
Angels  by  your  pillow  watch  and  guard. 

Here  the  winged  messengers  of  heaven, 
As  beheld  at  Bethel,  come  and  go — 

Angel  guardians,  whom  the  Lord  has  given, 
To  each  little  one  while  here  below. 

Thou,  0  Saviour,  while  on  earth  residing, 
Never  didst  Thou  scorn  a  mother's  prayer : 


LAND   OF  LUTHER.  21 

Faith  may  still  behold  Thee  here  abiding — 
Still  commend  her  treasures  to  Thy  care. 

Were  not  all  my  hope  on  Thee  reposing, 
Thou  sole  refuge  for  a  sinner's  fears, 

Then,  the  future  all  its  ill  disclosing, 
I  could  give  my  children  only  tears. 

From  their  earthly  parents  they  inherit 
Naught  save  sin  and  weakness,  grief  and 
pain : 

Give  them,  Lord,  thine  ali-suf&cient  merit, 
Spiritual  birth  and  life  again. 

Hide  and  guard  them  in  Thy  tender  arms, 
Till  the  wilderness  of  life  be  past ; 

Save  them  from  temptation's  fatal  charms. 
Seal  them  for  Thine  own,  from  first  to 


Let  Thy  rod  and  staff  in  mercy  lead  them 
In  the  footsteps  of  Thy  flock  belov^, 

Till  'mid  heavenly  pastures  Thou  shalt  feed 
them, 
Where  the  streams  of  life  eternal  fiow. 

ClfRISTOPHE    A  GTS. 


22  HYMNS   FROM   THE 

JESUS,    STILL    LEAD    ON. 

"Jksu,  geh  voran." 
**Thsy  forsook  all,  and  followed  him."— Luke  5:11. 

Jesus,  still  lead  on, 

Till  our  rest  be  won  I 
And  although  the  way  be  cheerless, 
We  will  follow,  calm  and  fearless. 

Guide  us  by  thy  hand 

To  our  Fatherland. 

If  the  wav  be  drear, 

If  the  foe  be  near, 
Let  not  faithless  fears  overtake  us, 
Let  not  faith  and  hope  forsake  us : 

Por,  through  many  a  foe, 

To  our  home  we  go  I 

When  we  seek  relief 
From  a  long-felt  grief — 
When  oppressed  by  new  temptations, 
Lord,  increase  and  perfect  patience. 
Show  us  that  bright  shore 
Where  we  weep  no  more ! 

Jesus,  still  lead  on. 
Till  our  rest  be  won  ! 


LAND   OF   LUTHER.  23 

Heavenly  Leader,  still  direct  us, 
Still  support,  console,  protect  us, 

Till  we  safely  stand 

III  our  Fath(jrJa-nd  I 

LUOWIG  VON  ZiNZENDORF. 


TO   A   DYING    CHILD. 

**Zkuch-hin,  mein  Kind." 

Depart,  my  child!    the    Lord    thy  spirit 
calls 
To  leave  a  world  of  woe  : 
Sad  on  my  heart  the  heavenlv  summons 
falls, 
Yet  since  He  wills  it  so, 
I  calm  the  rising  agitation. 
And  say,  with  humble  resignation, 

Depart,  my  child ! 

Depart,  my  child !  lent  for  a  little  while 
Our  drooping  hearts  to  cheer : 

Dear  is  thy  loving  voice,  thy  gentle  smile, 
Ah  1  who  can  tell  how  dear  ? 

The  sands  are  run,  too  quickly  falling  : 

The  Giver  comes,  His  own  recalling. 

Depart,  my  child! 


2-1  HYMNS  FR03I  THE 

Depart,  my  child  I  enjoy  in  heaven's  pure 
day 
"What  earth  must  still  deny ; 
Here  many  a  storm   awaits    thy  longer 
,    way, 

And  many  a  tear  thine  eye. 
Go,  where  the  flowers  have  never  faded, 
Where  love  may  smile  unchilled,  mishaded. 

Depart,  my  child  1 

Depart,   my  child !    soon  shall   we   meet 
again 
In  the  good  land  of  rest : 
Thou  goest,  happy  one  I  ere  grief  or  pain 

Have  reached  thy  gentle  breast. 
Happy,  our  thorny  path  forsaking, 
From  life's  vain  dream  so  early  waking. 

Depart,  my  child  I 

Depart,    my   child!    angels    are    bending 
dovv'n 
To  set  thy  spirit  free  ; 
The  Saviour  holds  in  heaven  the  golden 
crown 
He  won  on  earth  for  thee. 
Yes  !  now  in  Ilim  tliou  art  victorious : 
Go,  share  His  rest  and  triumph  glorious. 

Depart  my  child ! 
GoTTFBiED  Hoffmann, 


LAND   OF  LUTHER.  25 

ARISE! 

*•  Waohkt  auf." 

Arise  !  ye  lingering^  saints,  arise ! 

Remember  that  the  might  of  grace, 
TVhen  guilty  slumbers  sealed  your  eyes, 

Awakened  you  to  run  the  race  ; 
And  let  not  darkness  round  you  fall, 
liut  hearken  to  the  Saviour's  calL 

Arise ! 

Arise  !  because  the  night  of  sin 
Must  flee  before  the  light  of  day ; 

God's  glorious  G-ospel,  shining  in, 

Must  chase  the  midnight  gloom  away: 

You  can  not  true  disciples  be 

If  you  still  walk  in  vanity. 

Arise  1 

Arise !  although  the  flesh  be  weak, 

Tiie  spirit  wilhng  is  and  true, 
And  servants  of  the  Master  seek 

To  follow  where  it  guideth  to. 
Beloved  1  oh,  be  wise  indeed. 
And  let  the  spirit  ever  lead. 

Arise ! 

Arise  I  because  our  Serpent-foe, 

Unwearied,  strives  by  day  and  night. 


26  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

Remembers  time  is  short  below, 

And  wrestles  on  with  hellish  might. 
Then  boldly  grasp  both  sword  and  shield : 
Who  slumbers  on  the  battle-field  ? 

Arise ! 

Arise  I  before  that  hour  unknown — 
The  hour  of  death  that  comes  ere  long, 

And  comes  not  to  the  weak  alone, 
But  CO  the  mighty  and  the  strong. 

Beloved  I  oft  in  spirit  dwell 

Upon  the  hour  that  none  can  tell. 

Arise  I 

Arise !  that  you  prepared  may  stand, 
Before  the  coming  of  the  Lord ; 

The  day  of  wrath  draws  nigh  at  hand, 
According  to  th'  eternal  Word. 

Ah  1  think,  perhaps  this  day  shall  see 

The  dawning  of  eternity  I 

Arise  I 

Arise !  it  is  the  Master's  will: 

No  more  His  heavenly  voice  despise. 

Why  linger  with  the  dying  still  ? 
He  calls — Arouse  you,  and  arise  I 

No  longer  slight  the  Saviour's  call, 

it  sounds  to  yoUj  to  me,  to  all. 

Arise ! 

LUDWIG   GOTTEB. 


LAXD    OP  LUTHER. 


27 


GOD    WITH    ME. 


"  GoTT  bei  mir  in  jedem  Ort." 

*' Whex  thoa  passeat  through  the  waters,  I  will  be  with 
thee ;  and  through  the  rivers,  they  shall  not  overflow  thee  : 
when  thou  walke'st  through  the  fire,  thou  shalt  not  be  bun>e-i ; 
n-^ither  shall  the  flame  kindle  upon  thee." — lux.  43  :  2. 

My  Grod  with  me  in  every  place  I 
Firmly  does  tiie  promise  stand, 

On  land  or  sea,  with  present  grace 
Still  to  aid  us  near  at  hand. 
If  you  ask,   "  Who  is  with  thee  ?" 
God  is  here — my  G-od  with  me  ! 

No  depth,  nor  prison,  nor  the  grave, 
Can  exclude  Him  from  His  own  ; 

His  cheering  presence  still  I  have, 
If  in  crowds  or  all  alone. 
In  whatever  state  I  be. 
Everywhere  is  God  ^ith  me  1 

'Sly  God  for  me !  I  dare  to  say — 

God  the  portion  of  my  soul  I 
Nor  need  I  tremble  in  dismay 

When  around  me  troubles  roll. 

If  you  ask,  "What  comforts  thee?" 

It  is  this — God  is  for  me  1 

Ah  I  faith  has  seen  Him  cradled  lie. 
Here  on  eartli  a  weeping  child ; 


28  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

Has  seen  Him  for  my  vileness  die- 
He,  the  sinless,  undefiled  I 
And  thus  I  know  it  true  to  be, 
God,  my  Saviour,  is  for  me ! 

In  life,  in  death,  with  G-od  so  near. 

Every  battle  I  shall  win, 
Shall  boldly  press  through  dangers  here, 

Triumph  over  every  sin  I 

"  What!"  you  say,  "  a  victor  be?" 
No,  not  I,  but  God  in  me ! 

C.  F.  Zellee. 


THE    COMMUNIOJST    OF    SAINTS. 

"  Blessed  are  the  dead  which  die  in  the  Lord  from  hence- 
forth :  Yea,  saith  the  Spirit,  that  they  may  rest  from  their 
labors;  and  their  works  do  follow  them." — Rev.  14  :  13. 

"  O  wiK  selig  seyd  ihr  doch,  ihr  Frommen." 

CHURCH   ON  EARTH. 

*'  Oh  !    how  blessed  are   ye,    saints  for- 
given, 
Through  the  gate  o    death  now  safe  in 
.     heaven. 

All  trials  over, 
All   the    ills,    which    round  us   darkly 
hover !" 


LAND   OF  LUTHER.  29 

CHURCH  IN"  HEAVEN. 

*'TeSj  dear  friends,  our  joys  are  still  in- 
creasing:. 
Our  songs  of  praise  are  new  and  never 
ceasing, 

All  preparing 
For  the  time  when  you  shall  all  be  shar- 


ing." 


CHURCH   ON   EARTH. 

*'  Wo  are  now  as  in  a  prison  dwelling, 
iStorms  of  care  and  trouble  o'er  us  swell- 
in'^  • 

All  around  us 
Only  sins  and  griefs,  to  snare  and  wound 
us." 

CHURCH  IN  HEAVEN. 

*'  Ah,  beloved  friends !  be  not  complain- 
ing: 
^V'ish  not  joy  while  stiU  on  earth  remain- 

Be  still  confiding 
In  your  Fathers  love  and  tender  guid- 

CHURCH   ON   EARTH. 


"  In  your  quiet  home  so  gently  resting, 
Safe  for  evermore  from  all  molesting, 


o» 


30  HYMNS  FROM   THE 

No  care  or  sorrow 
Can  you  feel  to-day,  or  fear  to-morrow  I'* 

CHURCH  IX  HEAYEX. 

**  In  your  conflicts  we  were  once  engaging, 
Long  with  sin  and  Satan  warfare  wag- 

All  your  distresses 
Once  were  ours,  to  weary  and  oppress 
us." 

CHURCH  OX  EARTH. 

*'  Christ  has  wiped  away  your  every  tear  ; 
You  enjoy  what  we  are  seeking  here, 

The  harps  of  heaven 
Sound  in  strains  to  mortals  never  given." 

CHURCH  IX   HEAYEX. 

"  Yet  in  patience  run  the  race  before  you, 
Long  for  heaven,  where  Love  is  watch- 
ing o'er  you  : 

Sow  in  weeping — 
Soon  the  fruit  with  joy  you  shall  be  reap- 
ing." 

CHURCH   ON  EARTH. 

"  Come,  come  quickly,  long  expected  Je- 
sus, 
From  all  sin  and  sorrow  to  release  us, 


LAND   OF  LUTHER.  31 

Quickly  take  us 
To  Thyself,  aad  blest  for  ever  make  us !" 

CHURCH  IN  HEAVEN". 

"Ah,  beloved  souls!  your  palms  victo- 
rious, 
G-olden  harps,  and  thrones  of  triumph 
glorious, 

All  are  waiting : 
Follow  on  with  courage  unabating." 

CHORUS. 

"  Let  us  join  to  praise  His  name  for  ever, 
To  us  both  of  every  good  the  Giver. 

Life  undying 
TVe  shall  each  obtain,  on  Him  relying. 

*'  Praise  Him,  men  on  earth,  and  saints  in 
heaven ! 
To  the  Lamb  be  praise  and  glory  given — 

Praise  unending, 
Glory  through  eternity  extending!" 

Simon  Daoh. 


32  HYMNS  FROM  THE 


EVENING    HYMN. 

*'  Nun  ruhen  alle  Waelder." 

Quietly  rest  the  woods  and  dales, 
Silence  round  the  hearth  prevails, 

The  world  is  all  asleep : 
Thou,  my  soul,  in  thought  arise, 
Seek  thy  Father  in  the  skies, 
And  holy  vigils  with  Him  keep. 

Sun,  where  hidest  thou  thy  light  ? 
Art  thou  driven  hence  by  Night, 

Thy  dark  and  ancient  foe  ? 
Go  !  another  Sun  is  mine — 
Jesus  comes  with  light  divine, 
To  cheer  my  pilgrimage  below. 

Now  that  day  has  passed  away, 
Golden  stars  in  bright  array 
Bespangle  the  blue  sky : 
Bright  and  clear,  so  would  I  stand, 
When  I  hear  my  Lord's  command 
To  leave  this  earth,  and  upward  fly. 

Now  this  body  seeks  for  rest, 
From  its  vestments  all  undrest, 

Types  of  mortality : 
Christ  shall  give  me  soon  to  wear. 
Garments  beautiful  and  fair — 
White  robes  of  glorious  majesty. 


LA^^)  OF  LUTHER.  33 

Head,  and  feet,  and  hands,  once  mora 
Joy  to  think  of  labor  o'er. 

And  night  with  gladness  see. 
0  my  heart !  thou  too  shalt  know 
Rest  from  all  thy  toil  below. 
And  from  earth's  turmoil  soon  be  free. 

"Weary  limbs,  now  rest  ye  here ; 
Safe  from  danger  and  from  fear, 
Seek  slumber  on  this  bed : 
Deeper  rest  ere  long  to  share, 
Other  hands  shall  soon  prepare 
My  narrow  couch  among  the  dead. 

While  my  eyes  I  gently  close, 
Stealing  o'er  me  soft  repose, 

Who  shall  my  guardian  be  ? 
Soul  and  body  now  I  leave, 
(And  Thou  wilt  the  trust  receive,) 
0  Israel's  Watchman !  unto  Thee. 

0  my  friends  !   from  you  this  day 
May  all  ill  have  fled  away. 

No  danger  near  have  come. 
Now,  my  God,  these  dear  ones  keep  ; 
G-ive  to  my  beloved  sleep. 
And  angels  send  to  guard  their  home ! 

Paul  Gebharo. 


/ 


34  HYMNS   FROM   THE 


MY  GOD !  I  KNO"W  THAT  I  MUST 

DIE. 

*'  Mein  Gott !  ich  vreiss  wohl  dass  ich  sterbe." 
Job  14: 11, 12. 

My  God  I  I  know  that  I  miist  die — 
My  mortal  life  is  passing  hence  ; 

On  earth  I  neither  hope  nor  try 
To  find  a  lasting  residence. 

Then  teach  me  by  Thy  heavenly  grace, 

With  joy  and  peace  my  death  to  face* 

My  Grod  I  I  know  not  lolien  I  die, 

What  is  the  moment  or  the  hour- 
How  soon  the  clay  may  broken  lie^ 

How  quickly  pass  away  the  flower ; 
Then  may  Thy  child  prepared  be 
Through  time  to  meet  Eternity. 

Mv  God  1  I  know  not  Iwvj  I  die, 

For  death  has  many  ways  to  come — 

In  dark  mysterious  agony, 
Or  gently  as  a  sleep  to  some. 

Just  as  Thou  wilt !  if  but  it  be 

For  ever  blessed,  Lord,  with  Thee, 


LAND   or  LUTHER.  35 

Mv  God  I  I  know  not  where  1  die, 
Where  is  my  grave,  beneath  what 
strand, 

Yet  from  its  gloom  I  do  rely 
To  be  deMvered  by  Thy  hand. 

Content,  I  take  what  spot  is  mine, 

Since  all  the  earth,  my  Lord,  is  Thine. 

My  gracious  God !  when  I  must  die, 
Oh !  bear  my  happy  soul  above, 

With  Christ,  my  Lord,  eternally 
To  share  Thy  glory  and  Thy  love  ! 

Then  comes  it  right  and  well  to  me, 

When,  where,  and  how  my  death  shall 

bo.  ^'  SOHMOLisi 


LIGHT   IjNT   darkness. 

"All  Uilncrs  worl:  together  for  good   to    tliein  that  lovj 
Ood."— Rom.  8  :  2S. 

llow  weary  and  liow  worthless  this  liie  at 

times  appears ! 
What  da3"s  of  heavy  musings,  what  hour.g 

of  bitter  tears ! 
How  dark  the  storm-clouds  gather  alou^ 

tlic  wintry  skies! 
How  desolate  and  cheerless  the  path  before 

us  hes ! 


/ 


/ 


36  HYMNS  FROM   THE 

And  yet  these  days  of  dreariness  are  sent 
us  from  above : 

They  do  not  come  in  anger,  but  in  faithful- 
ness and  love ; 

They  €ome  to  teach  us  lessons  which  bright 
ones  could  not  yield, 

And  to  leave  us  blest  and  thankful  when 
their  purpose  is  fulfilled. 

They  come  to  draw  us  nearer  to  our  Father 

and  our  Lord, 
More  earnestly  to  seek  His  face,  to  listen 

to  His  word. 
And  to  feel,  if  now  around  us  a  desert  land 

we  see, 
Witlwut  the  star  of  promise,  what  would 

its  darkness  be ! 

They  come  to  lay  us  lowly, and  humbled  in 
the  dust, 

All  self-deception  swept  away,  all  creature- 
hope  and  trust ; 

Our  helplessness,  our  vileness,  our  guilti- 
ness to  own. 

And  flee,  for  hope  and  refuge,  to  Christ,  and 
Christ  alone* 

They  come  to  break  the  fettefs  which  here 

detain  us  fast, 
And  force  our  long  reluctant  hearts  to  rise 

to  heaven  at  last ; 


1 


*  • 


LA.ND   OF   LUTHER.  37 

And  brighten  every  prospect  of  that  eternal 

home, 
Whero  grief  and  disappointment  and  fear 

can  never  come. 

Then  turn  not  in  despondence,  poor  weary- 
heart,  away, 

But  meekly  journey  onwards,  through  the 
dark  and  cloudy  day ; 

Even  now  the  bow  of  promise  is  above 
thee  painted  bright, 

And  soon  a  joyful  morning  shall  dissipate 
the  night. 

Thy  God  hath  not  forgot  thee,  and,  wheii 

He  sees  it  best, 
Will  lead  thee  into  sunshine,  will  give  thee 

bowers  of  rest ; 
And  all  thy  pain  and  sorrow,  when  the 

pilgrimage  is  o'er, 
Shall  end  in  heavenly  blessedness,  and  joys 

for  evermore !  Spitti. 


38  IIYMXS   FROM   THE 

LET  ME  FIInTD  THEE! 

••  Sbbk  ye  the  Lord  while  he  may  be  found." — IsA.  56  :  6. 
"SiBH,  hier  bin  ich,  Ehren-Koenig." 

Behold  me  here,  in  grief  draw  near, 
Pleading  at  Thy  throne,  0  King  1 

To  Thee  each  tear,  each  trembhng  fear, 
Jesus,  Son  of  man !  I  bring. 

Let  me  find  Thee, — let  me  find  Thee — 
Me,  a  vile  and  worthless  thing  I 

Look  down  in  love,  and  from  above, 

With  Thy  Spirit  satisfy ; 
Thou  hast  sought  me,  Thou  hast  bought  me, 

And  Thy  purchase,  Lord,  am  I. 
Let  me  find  Thee, — let  me  find  Thee, 

Here  on  earth,  and  then  on  high ! 

No  other  prayer  to  Thee  I  bear, 

0  my  Lord,  but  only  this : 
To  share  Thy  grace,  to  see  Thy  face, 

And  to  know  Thy  people's  bUss. 
Let  me  find  Thee, — let  me  find  Thee — 

Thee  to  find  is  blessedness ! 

Hear  the  broken,  scarcely  spoken 
Utterance  of  my  heart  to  Thee ; 

All  the  crying,  aU  the  sighing, 

Of  Thy  child  accepted  be.  ' 


LAXD  OF  LUTHER.  29 

Let  me  find  Thee, — let  me  find  Thee : 
Thus  my  soul  lougs  vehementlv ! 

Worldly  pleasures,  earthly  treasures, 
Joys  and  honors,  will  not  stay ; 

They  often  pain,  and,  oh  !  how  vain, 
Looking  to  eternity ! 

Let  me  find  Thee, — let  me  find  Thee, 

Find  Thee,  O  my  God,  this  day ! 

Joachim  Neander 


GRIEF   AND   COJSrSOIiATIOlSr   BY 
A  MOTHER'S    DEATH-BED. 

"Klagk  und  Trost." 

^'  Never  couldst  thou  bear  to  grieve  us — 
Dearest  mother,  why  to-day  ? 
Wherefore  wilt  thou  thus  forsake  us, 
Why,  oh!  why  refuse  to  stay?'' 
"Were  it  but  our  Father's  will, 
Gladly  had  I  tarried  still." 


"Mother,  see  the  bursting  anguish 

Of  thv  dear  ones,  loved  so  well ; 

See  our  eyes  with  grief  o'erflowing  — 

Grief  which  words  refuse  to  tell !'' 

"  Children,  bid  me  not  remain  : 

Let  me  see  our  Carl  airain  !'* 


Hi' 

40  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

"  Ah  I  and  art  thou  really  going 
j  l|  i  To  that  dark  and  distant  shore  ? 

AU  our  cares,  our  joys,  our  sorrows, 
All  forgotten,  shared  no  morel" 
"  Children,  think  not,  say  not  so — 
To  the  land  of  love  I  go." 

*'  From  the  circle  of  affection, 

Mother,  must  thou  next  depart  ? 
Ah  !  how  many  a  hnk  is  broken 
Once  uniting  heart  to  heart  I" 
"  Closer  draw  that  gentle  chain 
Bound  the  lov'd  who  yet  remain." 

"  Canst  thou  then  so  gladly  leave  us  ? 
Is  our  grief  unheeded  now  ? 
For  thine  eye  is  brightly  beaming, 
Calm  and  cloudless  is  thy  brow." 
"  Yes !  for  faith,  and  hope,  and  love, 
Draw  me  to  my  Lord  above." 

*'  Yet  even  there,  in  bliss  undying. 
When  thou  numberest  thine  own. 
Mother,  shall  not  we  be  wanting — 
We,  who  here  in  bondage  groan  ?" 
*'  Come,  beloved  1  quickly  come, 
Join  me  in  our  heavenly  home  1" 

MOWBS. 


LAND  OF  LUTHER.  41 

AH!    GBIEVE    IsTOT   SO. 

"  GoDLiNKss  with  contentment  is  great  gain." — 1  Tr/.  6  :  6. 
**  NiCHT  so  traurig,  nicht  so  sehr." 

Ah  I  grieve  not  so,  nor  so  lament, 
My  soul !  nor  troubled  sigh, 

Because  some  joys  to  others  sent 
Thy  Father  may  deny  ; 

Take  all  as  love  that  seems  severe — 

There  is  no  want  if  Grod  is  near. 

There  is  no  right  thou  canst  demand, 
No  title  thou  canst  claim  ; 

For  all  are  strangers  in  the  land 
Who  bear  the  human  name : 

Earth  and  its  treasures  are  the  Lord's, 

And  He  the  lot  of  each  accords. 

I' How  thankless  art  thou,  child  of  man ! 
For  favors  that  abound  ; 
Thy  God  has  given  thee  eyes  to  scan 
The  glory  all  around ; 
,'  Yet  seldom  for  this  priceless  sight, 
^Hast  thou  been  heard  to  praise  ariglit. 

Number  thy  limbs,  thy  members  tell, 
And  ask  thy  thankless  soul, 

If  to  another  thou  wouldst  sell 
The  smallest  of  the  whole. 


y- 


42  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

There  is  not  one  from  which  thy  heart 
Would  willingly  submit  to  part. 

rNow,  go  and  search  the  depths  of  mind, 
Explore  its  wondrous  power, 
New  proofs  of  benefits  to  find, 

That  meet  thee  every  hour ; 
More  than  the  sand  upon  the  shore, 
'   And  ever  rising  more  and  more. 

He  knows,  who  lives  on  Zion's  hill, 

What  we  in  truth  require ; 
Knows  too  how  many  blessings  still 

This  flesh  and  blood  desire  ; 
And  could  He  safely  all  bestow, 
He  would  not  let  thee  sorrowing  go. 

Thou  wert  not  bom  that  earth  should  be 

A  portion  fondly  sought ; 
Look  up  to  heaven,  and  smihng  see 

Thy  shining,  golden  lot  I 
Honors  and  joys,  which  thou  shalt  share, 
Unending  and  unenvied  there ! 

Then  journey  on  to  life  and  bliss, 

God  will  protect  to  heaven ; 
And  every  good  that  meets  thee  is 

A  blessing  wisely  given. 

If  losses  come,  so  let  it  be — 

The  God  of  lieaven  remains  with  thee. 

Paul  Gerhard        >^ 


LAND   OP  LUTUER.  43 


PILGKIM    SONG. 


**  Hkrk  we  have  co  continuing  city,  but  seek  one  to  come  J* 
-Hub.  13  :  14. 


"  KoMiiT,  Kinder,  lasst  uns  geheu." 

Come,  brotliera,  let  us  onward — 
Night  comes  without  delay ; 
And  in  this  howling  desert 
It  is  not  good  to  stay. 
Take  courage,  and  be  strong, 
We  are  hasting  on  to  heaven  : 
Strength  for  warfare  will  be  given, 
And  glory  won  ere  long. 

The  Pilgrim's  path  of  trial 

We  do  not  fear  to  view ; 
We  know  His  voice  who  calls  us, 
We  know  Him  to  be  true. 
Then,  let  who  will  contemn, 
But,  strong  in  His  almighty  grace, 
Come,  every  one,  with  steadfast  fhce, 
On  to  Jerusalem  I 

If  we  would  walk  as  pilgrims, 
We  must  not  riches  lieap — 

Much  treasure  to  have  gathered 

But  makes  the  way  more  steep. 


II 


44  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

We  march  with  laggard  speed 
Till  every  weight  is  cast  aside — 
Till  with  the  little  satisfied 

That  pilgrimage  can  need. 

Here,  all  unknown  we  wander,  , 

Despised  on  every  hand, 
Unnoticed,  save  when  slighted 
As  strangers  in  the  land. 
Our  joys  they  will  not  share, 
Yet  sing, — that  they  may  catch  the  song 
Of  heaven,  and  the  happy  throng 
That  now  await  us  there  I 

Come,  gladly  let  us  onward, 

Hand  in  hand  still  go, 
Each  helping  one  another 

Through  all  the  way  below. 
One  family  of  love, 
Oh  I  let  no  voice  of  strife  be  heard, 
No  discord,  by  the  angel-guard 
Who  watch  us  from  above. 

0  brothers !  soon  is  ended 

The  journey  weVe  begun  ; 
Endure  a  httle  longer. 

The  race  will  soon  be  run. 
And  in  the  land  of  rest. 
In  yonder  bright,  eternal  home, 
Where  all  the  Father's  loved  ones  come, 
We  shall  be  safe  and  blest  1 


LAND  OF  LUTHER.  45 

Then  boldly  let  us  venture — 
This,  this  is  worth  the  cost. 

Though  dangers  we  encounter, 
Though  every  thing  is  lost. 
0  world !  how  vain  thy  call ! 

We  follow  Him  who  went  before — 

We  follow,  to  th'  eternal  shore, 

Jesus,  our  All  in  All ! 

Gerhabd  Tersteegen. 


MY    FATHER    IS    THE    MIGHTY 

LORD. 

"All  things  are  yours." — 1  Cob.  3  :  21. 
"  Mein  Vater  ist  der  grosse  Herr  der  Welt.** 

My  Father  is  the  mighty  Lord,  whose  arm 
Spans  earth  and  sky,  and  shields  His  child 

from  harm — 
Whose  still,  small  voice  of  love  is  yet  the 

same 
As  once  from  Horeb's  fiery  mount  it  came-*- 
Whose  glorious  works  the  angel-choirs  de- 
clare. 
He  hears  their  praise,   and   hearkens   to 
my  prayer. 


40  HYMNS   FROM   THE 

My  King  is  God's  eternal,  lioly  Son, 

And  He  anoints  me  as  a  chosen  one ; 

He  has  redeemed  me  with  His  precious 

blood, 
And   for    unnumber'd    debts    has    surety 

stood ; 
He  fought  the  foe,  and  drew  me  by  His 

hand, 
Out  from  liis  camp,  into  His  Father's  land. 

My  brotherhood's  a  circle,  stretching  wide 
Around  one  fount,  although  a  sea  divide ; 
"With    fathers,   who  behold  the  Lord  iu 

light. 
With  saints  unborn,  who  shall  adore  His 

might, 
"With  brothers,  who  the  race  of  faith  now 

run, 
In  union  and  communion,  I  am  one  ! 

My  journey's  end  lies  upward  and  afar ; 
It  glimmers  bright,  but  vaguely  as  a  star ; 
And  ofc  as  faith  has  caught  some  glimpse 

serene, 
So   often    clouds   and  mists  obscure  the 

scene ; 
Yet,  in  this  longing  ends  each  vision  dini'-^ 
To  see  my  Lord,  and  to  be  made  like  Him  ! 

]My  grave,  so  long  a  dark  and  drear  abyss, 
Is  now  scarce  noticed  on  the  way  to  bhss ; 


LAND   OF   LUTHER.  47 

Once  at  the  gates  of  Hell  it  yawning  lay, 
Now  stands  as  portal  to  the  land  of  day ; 
It  takes  me  to  the  Father's  home  so  blest  ; 
It  brings  me  to  the  feast,  a  welcome  guest. 

Lange. 


THY    T^ILIi    BE    DONE. 

"It  is  the  Lord;    let  him  do  what  seemeth  him  good." 
-1  Sam.  3  :  18. 

"  Mbin  Jesu,  wie  du  willt !" 

My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

Oh !  may  Thy  will  be  mine ! 
Into  Thy  hand  of  love 

I  would  ray  all  resign. 
Through  sorrow,  or  through  joy, 

Conduct  me  as  Thine  own, 
And  help  me  still  to  say, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done ! 

Ky  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt  I 

If  needy  here  and  poor, 
Give  me  Thy  people's  bread, 

Their  portion  rich  and  sure. 
The  manna  of  Thy  word 

Let  my  soul  feed  upon ; 
And  if  all  else  should  fail — 
My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  1 


48  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt  I 

If  among  thorns  I  go, 
Still  sometimes  here  and  there 

Let  a  few  roses  blow. 
But  Thou  on  earth  along 

The  thorny  path  hast  gone, 
Then  lead  me  after  Thee. 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  I 

My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

Though  seen  through  many  a  tear, 
Let  not  my  star  of  hope 

Grow  dim  or  disappear. 
Since  Thou  on  earth  hast  wept 

And  sorrowed  oft  alone, 
If  I  must  weep  with  Thee, 

My  Lord,  Thy  wiU  be  done  I 

My  jTestts,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

If  loved  ones  must  depart, 
Suffer  not  sorrow's  flood 

To  overwhelm  my  heart : 
For  they  are  blest  with  Thee, 

Their  race  and  conflict  won  ; 
•  Let  me  but  follow  them. 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  I 

My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt  I 

When  death  itself  draws  nigh, 

To  thy  dear  wounded  side 
I  would  for  refuge  fly. 


LAXD    OF   LUTHER.  49 

Leaning  on  Tbee,  to  go 

Where  Thou  before  hast  gone  ; 
The  rest  as  Thou  shalt  please. 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done ! 

My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

All  shall  be  well  for  me  : 
Each  changing  future  scene, 

I  gladly  trust  with  Thee. 
Straio-ht  to  mv  home  above 

I  travel  calmly  on, 
And  sing,  in  life  or  death. 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  I 

Benjamix  Scii.molk. 


THE    GOOD    SHEPHERD. 

"  I  wiLt  feed  my  f5ork,  and  I  will  cause  them  to  lie  down, 
sftith  the  Lord  God." — Ezek.  24  :  15. 


".Ta  fi;ehrwahr!  nns  fuehrt  mit  sanfien  Hand 
Eia  Hirt  durch  Pilger-land."' 


Yes  !    our    Shepherd  leads  with    gentlo 
hand, 
Through  the  dark  pilgrim-land, 
His  flock,  so  dearlv  bouorht, 
So  long  and  fondly  sought. 

Hallelujah  I 

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50  HYMNS   FliOM    THE 

When  in  clouds  and  mist  the  weak  ones 
stray, 
He  shows  again  the  way, 
And  points  to  them  afar 
A  bright  and  guiding  star. 

HaUelujah ! 

Tenderly  He  watches  from  on  high 
With  an  unwearied  eye  ; 
He  comforts  and  sustains, 
In  all  their  fears  and  pains. 

Hallelujah ! 

Through  the  parch' d,  dreary  desert  He  will 
guide 
To  the  green  fountain-side ; 
Through  the  dark,  stormy  night, 
To  a  cahn  land  of  light. 

Hallelujah  1 

Yea !  His  "  little  flock''  are  ne'er  forgot ; 
His  mercy  changes  not : 
Our  home  is  safe  above, 
Within  His  arms  of  love. 

Hallelujah ! 

Kkummaches, 


LAXD  OF  LUTHEK.  51 


BEJOICE. 


"  BiTHOLB,  the  Bridegroom  cometb ;   go  ye  cot  ts-  medS 
Him."— Matt.  25  :  6. 

■"  Erkcwtkrt  euch,  ihr  Frommeiu"' 


Rejoice,  all  ye  believers, 

And  le^  your  lights  appear ; 
The  evening  is  advancing, 

And  darker  night  is  near. 
The  Bridegroom  is  arising, 

And  soon  He  draweth  nigh. 
Tip  I  pray,  and  watch,  and  wrestle- 

At  midnight  comes  the  cry  I 

See  that  yo^ir  lamps  are  burning,, 

Replenish  them  with  oU, 
And  wait  for  your  salvation, 

The  end  of  eartlily  toil. 
The  watchers  on  the  mountain 

Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near ; 
<3-o,  meet  Him  as  He  cometh, 

With  Hallelujahs  clear ! 

Ye  wise  and  holy  virgins, 

Now  raise  your  voices  higher,, 

Till  in  songs  of  jubilee 
They  meet  the  angel-choir. 


52  HYMNS   FKOil   THE 

The  marriage-feast  is  waiting, 
The  gates  wide  open  stand ; 

Up !  up  !  ye  heirs  of  glory — 
The  Bridegroom  is  at  hand ! 

Ye  saints,  who  here  in  patience 

Tour  cross  and  suff 'rings  bore, 
Shall  live  and  reign  for  ever, 

When  sorrow  is  no  more. 
Around  the  throne  of  glory, 

The  Lamb  ye  shall  behold, 
In  triumph  cast  before  Him 

Your  diadems  of  gold ! 

Palms  of  victory  are  there ; 

There,  radiant  garments  are ; 
There  stands  the  peaceful  harvest, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  war. 
There,  after  stormy  winter, 

The  flowers  of  earth  arise, 
And  from  the  grave's  long  slumber 

Shall  meet  again  our  eyes  ! 

Our  Hope  and  Expectation, 

0  Jesus !  now  appear ; 
Arise,  thou  Sun,  so  longed  for. 

O'er  this  benighted  sphere ! 
"With  hearts  and  hands  uphfted, 

We  plead,  0  Lord,  to  see 
The  day  of  earth's  redemption, 

That  brings  us  unto  thee  I 

Lattrentitjs  Laurentl 


LAND  or  LUTHER.         5*3 


THE  ANGEL  AND  THE  INFANT 

Smiling-,  a  bright-eyed  seraph  bent 

Over  an  mfant's  dream  ; 
To  view  his  mirrored  form  he  leant 

As  in  the  crystal  stream. 

"  Fair  infant,  come,"  he  whispered  low, 
"  And  leave  the  earth  with  me ; 
To  a  bright  and  happy  land  we'll  go — 
This  is  no  home  for  thee. 

"  Each  sparkling  pleasure  knows  alloy, 
Nor  cloudless  skies  are  here  ; 
A  care  there  is  for  every  joy, 
For  every  smile  a  tear. 

"  The  heart  that  dances  free  and  light 
May  soon  be  chained  by  sorrow  ; 
The  sun  that  sets  in  calm  to-night, 
Atay  rise  in  storm  to-morrow. 

"  Alas !  to  cloud  a  brow  so  fair. 

That  griefs  and  pains  should  rise ! 
Alas !  tliat  this  dark  world  of  care 
Should  dim  these  laughing  eyes ! 


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64  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

•*  To  seek  a  brighter  land  with  me, 
Infant,  thou  wilt  not  fear  ; 
Por  piteous  Heaven  the  sad  decree 
Eecalls,  that  sent  thee  here." 

It  seemed  on  him  the  sweet  babe  smiled; 

His  wings  the  seraph  spread: 

They're  gone — ^the  angel  and  the  child. 

Poor  mother  I  thy  son  is  dead ! 

Unbekanntes. 


THE   SEKVICE   OF   THE  LORD. 

"  Der  DIenst  der  Herrn." 


"  If  any  man  serve  me,  let  him  follow  me  ;  and  where  I  am, 
there  shall  also  my  servaot  be." — John  12  ;  26. 


How  blessed,  from  the  bonds  of  sin. 

And  earthly  fetters  free, 
In  singleness  of  heart  and  aim. 

Thy  servant,  Lord,  to  be  ! 
The  hardest  toil  to  undertake 

"With  joy  at  Thy  command  I 
The  meanest  office  to  receive 

"With  meekness  at  Thy  hand  I 


LAND   OF  LUTHER.  55 

With  williDg  heart  and  longing  eyes, 

To  watch  before  Thy  gate, 
Ready  to  run  the  weary  race, 

To  bear  the  heavy  weight ; 
No  voice  of  thunder  to  expect, 

But  follow  calm  and  still, 
For  love  can  easily  divine 

The  One  Beloved's  will. 

Thus  may  I  serve  Thee,  gracious  Lord ! 

Thus  ever  Thine  alone, 
My  soul  and  body  given  to  Thee, 

The  purchase  Thou  hast  won  : 
Through  evil  or  through  good  report 

Still  keeping  by  Thy  side, 
By  life  or  death,  in  this  poor  flesh 

Let  Christ  be  magnified ! 

How  happily  the  working  days 

In  this  dear  service  fly  I 
How  rapidly  the  closing  liour, 

The  time  of  rest,  draws  nigh  I 
When  all  the  faithful  gather  home, 

A  joyful  company, 
And  ever  where  the  Master  is, 

Shall  His  blest  servants  be. 

SPITTA, 


56  HYMNS   FROM   THE 

THE    DESIRED    HAVEN. 

"  Lord,  now  lettest  Thou  Thy  servant  depart  in  peace,  u> 
c(.>rdiiig  to  Thy  word."— Luke  2  :  2S>. 

"  Lord,  the  waves  are   breaking  o'er  me 

and  around; 
Oft  of  coming  tempests  I  hear  the  moan- 
ing sound : 
Here  there  is  no  safety,  rocks  on  either 

hand ; 
'Tis  a  foreign  roadstead,  a  strange  and 

hostile  land. 
Wherefore  should  I  linger  ?  others,  gone 

before, 
Loner  since  safe  are  landed  on  a  calm  and 

friendly  shore : 
Now  the  sailing  orders  in  mercy,  Lord, 

bestow — 

Loose  the  cable,  let  me  go ! 

"  Lord,  the  night  is  closing  round  my  fee- 
ble bark ; 

How  shall  I  encounter  its  watches  long 
and  dark  ? 

Borely  worn  and  shattered  by  many  a 
billow  past, 

Can  I  stand  another  rude  and  stormy 
blast  ? 


r.7 


LAND   OF  LUTHEH.  L)7 

Ah !  the  promised  haven  I  never  may 
attain, 

Sinking  and  forgotten  amid  the  lonely 
main; 

Enemies  around  me,  gloomy  depths  be- 
low. 

Loose  the  cable,  let  me  go  ! 


*•  Lord,  I  would  be  near  Thee,  with  Thee 

where  Thou  art — 
Thine  own  word  hath  said  it,  'tis  '  bettor 

to  depart,' 
,    There  to  serve  Thee  better,  there  to  love 

Thee  more, 
With  thy  ransomed  people  to  worship 

and  adore. 
Ever  to   Thy  presence   Thou  dost  call 

Thine  own — 
Why    am    I    remaining,    helpless    and 

alone  ? 
Oh  I  to  see  Thy  glory,  Thy  wond;i'ous 

love  to  know  1 

Loose  the  cable,  let  me  go  I 


"Lord,  the  lights  are  gleaming  from  the 
distant  shore. 
Where  no  billows  threaten,  where  no 
tempests  roar. 


58  HYMKS  FROM  THE 

Long  beloved  voices  calling  me  I  hear — 
Oh  I  how  sweet  their  summons  falls  upon 

my  ear  I 
Here   are  foes  and  strangers,  faithless 

hearts  and  cold, 
There  is  fond  affection,  fondly  proved  of 

old! 
Let  me  haste  to  join  them :  may  it  not 

be  so? 

Loose  the  cable,  let  me  go !" 

Hark,  the  solemn  answer !  hark,  the  pro- 
mise sure ! 
''Blessed  are    the  servants  who  to   the 
end  endure ! 
Yet  a  little  longer  hope  and  tarry  on — 
Yet  a  little  longer,  weak  and  weary  one ! 
More  to  perfect  patience,  to  grow  in  faitli 

and  love, 
More  my  strength  and  wisdom,  and  faith- 
fulness to  prove : 
Tlien  the  sailing  orders  the  Captain  shall 
bestow — 

Loose  the  cable,  let  thee  go !" 

Unbekanktes. 


LAND   OF  LUTHEU. 


5D 


THE   liOlSTG   GOOD-NIGHT. 


"  Having  a  desire  to  d«part,  and  to  be  with  Christ ;  which 
is  fer  better."— PiUL.  1  :  23. 


"  ICH  fahr  dahin  mit  Freuden." 

I  JOUR^TJY  forth  rejoicing, 
From  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 

To  heavenly  joy  and  freedom, 
From  earthly  bonds  and  fears : 

Where  Christ  our  Lord  shall  gather 
All  His  redeemed  again, 

His  kingdom  to  inherit. 

Good-night,  till  then ! 

Go  to  thy  quiet  resting, 

Poor  tenement  of  clay  I 
From  all  thy  pain  and  weakness 

I  gladly  haste  away ; 
But  still  in  faith  confiding 

To  find  thee  yet  again. 
All  glorious  and  immortal. 

Good-night,  till  then  I 


"Why  thus  so  sadly  weeping, 
Belov'd  ones  of  my  heart  ? 

The  Lord  is  good  and  gracious, 
Though  now  He  bids  us  part. 


GO  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

Oft  have  we  met  in  gladness, 
And  we  shall  meet  again, 
All  sciTcw  left  behind  us. 

Good-night,  till  then ! 

I  go  to  see  His  glory, 

Whom  we  have  loved  below ; 
I  go,  the  blessed  angels, 

The  holy  saints  to  know. 
Our  lovely  ones  departed, 

I  go  to  find  again. 
And  wait  for  you  to  join  us. 

Good-nieht,  till  then ! 

I  hear  the  Saviour  calling — 

The  joyful  hour  has  come ; 
The  angel-guards  are  ready 

To  guide  me  to  our  home, 
Where  Christ  our  Lord  shall  gather 

All  His  redeemed  again, 

His  kingdom  to  inherit. 

Good-night,  till  then ! 

Unbkkanntes. 


LAND   OF  LUTHER.  61 


ALL    THINGS    ARE   YOURS. 

i.^'oR  all  things  are  yours;  whether  Paul,  or  Apollos,  or 
Cephas,  or  the  world,  or  life,  or  death,  or  things  presenl,  or 
things  to  come  ;  all  are  yours." — 1  Coe.  3  :  21,  2-2. 

"  Alles  ist  euer  I — 0  Worte  dos  e\v-igen  Lebens." 

All  tilings  are  yours  I  Oh !  sweet  message 

of  mercy  divine ! 
Christian  brothers,  rejoice  in  vour  portion 
and  mine ! 

Ours  the  high  prize, 
YV^hich  poor  sinners  despise, 
And  for  a  vain  world  resign. 

Raise  vour  affections  and  heart  to  vour 

home  in  the  sky, 
Then  let  the  earth  and  its  vanities  wither 
and  die ; 

Your  joys  shall  last, 
When  theirs  are  long  past — 
Your  treasure  is  laid  up  on  high. 

Ail  things  are  yours,  my  beloved !  our  Lord 

from  above 
"Watches  liis  people  with  tender  compassion 
and  love. 

Hear  his  dear  voice  : 
'•  My  brethren,  rejoice ! 
Nothing  your  safety  shall  move!' 


G2  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

All  of  things  present  that  earth  and  her 

fulness  can  yield, 
All  of  things  fiiture  from  knowledge  and 
fancy  concealed, 

Life's  varied  tale, 
Death's  dark,  dreaded  vale, 
All  as  your  portion  revealed  1 

Heaven  and  earth,  and  the  sea,  and  the 

systems  of  light. 
Spirits  unnumbered,  angehc  hosts  holy  and 
bright, 

All  are  for  thee, 
Brother  1  be  joyful  with  me, 
Let  us  in  praises  unite  ! 

Does  thy  heart  sink  in  the  conflict  with  fear 

and  despair  ? 
Are  tears  overflowing  from  fountains  of 
sorrow  and  care  ? 

On  yonder  shore, 
See,  they  are  weeping  no  more — 
Old  things  have  passed  away  there  I 

Praise  to  the  Saviour,  whose  death  our  sal- 
vation secures  I 
Praise  to  the  Father,  w^hose  mercy  for  ever 
endures ! 

New  songs  of  praise 
Evermore  let  us  raise. 
Amen  1  yes,  all  things  are  yours  ! 

SCHUBATIT. 


LAND   OF  LUTHER.  63 


THE  WIDOW   OF   nSTAIW. 

"And  when  the  Lord  sav/ her,  he  had  compassion  on  her, 
mid  said  unto  her,  Weep  not." — Luke  7  :  13. 

-      "O  sussBs  Wort." 

Oh  !  sweetest  words  that  Jesus  could  have 

sought, 
To  soothe  the  mourning  widow's  heart, 
"Weep  not!" 
They  fall  with  comfort  on  my  ear, 
T^hen  life  is  dark  and  trouble  near. 

They  were   not  whispered    accents,   but 

aloud 
The  Saviour  spake  them    to    the   silent 
crowd, 
That  each  might  hear  His  heavenly  voice, 
And  in  the  widow's  joy  rejoice ! 

"W'ords,  that  were  spoken  amid  sorrow's 
strife, 

And  in  the  very  midst  of  death  and  life  ; 
They  shaU  refresh  my  soul  at  last, 
And  strengthen  me  till  life  is  past. 

If  poverty  obscures  my  earthly  lot, 
Then  shall  I  hear  my  Saviour  sav,  '-Weep 
not." 


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64  HYMNS    FROM   THE 

To  God  the  Father  raise  thine  eye, 
For  still  He  hears  the  raven's  crj. 

And,    oh  I    should  persecution's    ruthless 

hand 
Grant  me  no  quiet  possession  in  the  land,. 
The  voice  of  Jesus  calms  each  thought — 
Heaven  is  thy  dwelling-place:   "Weep 
not  I" 

Though  death  the  dearest  of  my  heart  hatli 

slain, 
Jesus  shall  yet  restore  my  dead  again ; 
*'  Weep  not,"  He  says,  "  poor  weary  one, 
But  think  what  I  at  Nain  have  done  !" 

When  I  myself  am  drawing  near  to  deatli, 
This  Jesus  shall  be  there,  and  thus  He  saith : 
*•  The  race  is  run,  the  battle  fought, 
I  am  thy  hght,  thy  life  :  '  Weep  not !'  " 

Oh  I  sweetest  words  that  Jesus  could  have 

sought, 
To  cheer  His  weary  troubled  ones:  "Wcop 

not!" 

Thrice  blessed  words  1  I  listening  star, 

Till  grief  and  sorrow  flee  away  1 

Dk.  Johann  Hofel. 


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LAND  OF   LUTHER.  i>0 


CONFLICT. 

'*  Wrtv  art  thon  cast  down,  O  my  soul!  ?M«i  'Any  art  thou 
JUquieted  witlim  me  f  hope  thou  in  God  ;  for  I  shaJl  yet  praise 
Him,  who  is  the  health  of  my  countenance,  and  my  God," — 
Psalm  43  :  5. 

"  ScHoiN'K  Sonne,  kommst  du  endUch  wieder !  >* 


Sun  of  comfort,  art  thou  fled  for  ever  ? 

Light  of  joy,  wilt  thou  return  at  last? 
Shall  I  sing  again  the  song  of  morning. 

When  the  watches  of  the  night  are  past  ? 
Ah  I  delay  not,  long-expected  dawning ! 

Scatter  the  thick  clouds  and  mist  awav, 
"Which  so  dark  on  feeling  and  devotion, 

Over  heart  and  memory  rest  to-day  ! 

Weeping  I  have  stood  alone  in  darkness, 

Gloomy  cliffs  above,  and  depths  below  * 
On  the  narrow  pathway  all  forsaken, 

Left  to  wrestle  with  the  accusing  Foe. 
Doubt  and  unbelief,  and  dark  foreboding i, 

Fearfiil  spectres  gathering  around  ; 
Ah  I  my  dizzy  brain  and  foot  were  failing, 

Tottering  over  the  abyss  profound  ! 

Yet  One  held  me  back  I  An  arm  almighty, 
Strong  to  save,  as  Satan  to  destroy  I 

From  the  giddy  precipice  He  caught  me, 
Drew  me  from  despair  to  life  and  joy. 


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C«>  HYMNS  FROM   TH3 

J.caus  was  my  Helper !     Saving  mercy 
Is  His  work,  His  glory,  His  delight ; 

'  ^  liixny  a  chain  of  darkness  He  has  broken, 

Changed  to  sunshine    many  a  dismal 

!ll|  /  night. 

I  will  trust  agai7i  His  love,  His  power, 

Though  I  can  not  feel  His  hand  to-day ; 
To  His  help  anew  I  will  betake  me. 

Though  His  countenance  seem  turned 
away  1 
Tiiough  without  one  smile,   one   gracious 
token, 
Through  the  flames  and  floods  my  path 
must  go ; 
When  the  fires  subside,  the  waves  pass 
over. 
My  Deliverer  I  again  shall  know. 

Yes,  the  light  of  comfort  shall  return, 

Joy's  sweet  sun  shall  shine  again  at  last ; 
I  shall  sing  the  gladsome  song  of  morning,^ 

When  the  watches  of  the  night  are  past ; 
It  shall  reappear,  the  welcome  dawning, 

Scattering  thQ  clouds  and  mist  away. 
Which  so  dark  on  feehng  and  devotion. 

Over  heart  and  memory  rest  to-day  I 


i 


shall  fiXi  d  again  the  hopes  long  vanished, 
Like  tl:  >  swallows  when  the  storms  are 
gone 


Vk 


LAKD  OF  LUTHEPv.  67 

Pountains  shall  be  opened  in  the  desert^ 
Streams  by  the  wayside,  while  journey- 
ing on. 
Flowers  of  love  and  promise  shall  be  spring- 
ing 
Where  the  cruel  thorn  and  wormwood 
sprung, 
And  the  homeward  path  lie  bright  in  sun- 
shine, 
Where  my  sad  harp  on  the  willows  hung. 


XiOVE  TO   CHRIST. 

**  Whom  haTing  not  seen  ye  loye." — 1  Pet.  1  :  9- 
**  IcH  will  Dich  liebtjn," 

r 

^    I  WILL  love  Thee,  all  my  treasure  ! 
I  will  love  Thee,  all  my  strength ! 
I  will  love  Thee  without  measure, 

And  will  love  Thee  right  at  leng1:iL 
Oh  !  I  will  love  Thee,  Light  Divine, 
Till  I  die  and  find  Thee  mine  ! 

Alas  !  that  I  so  lately  knew  Thee-^ 
Thee,  so  worthy  of  the  best ; 

Kor  had  sooner  turned  to  view  Theo, 
Truest  Good,  and  only  Rest  I 


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68  HYMNS  FllOM   THE 

The  more  I  love,  I  mourn  the  more 
That  I  did  not  love  before ! 

Far  I  ran,  and  wander'd  blindly, 

Seeking  some  created  light ; 
Then  I  sought,  but  I  could  not  find  Thee— 

I  had  wandered  from  Thee  quite ; 
Until  at  last  Thou  art  made  known 
Through  Thy  seeking,  not  my  own  1 

I  will  praise  Thee,  Sun  of  Glory ! 

For  Thy  beams  have  gladness  brought. 
I  will  praise  Thee,  will  adore  Thee, 

For  the  light  I  vainly  sought ; 
TVill  praise  Thee  that  Thy  words  so  blest 
Spake  my  sin-sick  soul  to  rest  1 

In  Thy  footsteps  now  uphold  me, 

That  I  stumble  not  nor  stray. 
When  the  narrow  way  is  told  me, 

Never  let  me  ling'ring  stay. 
But  come  my  weary  soul  to  cheer, 
Shine,  Eternal  Sunbeam,  here  I 


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Be  my  heart  more  warmly  glowing, 
Sweet  and  calm  the  tears  I  shed ; 

And  its  love,  its  ardor  showing, 
Let  my  spirit  onward  tread. 

Still  near  to  Thee,  and  nearer  still. 

Draw  this  heart,  this  mind,  this  will 


LAND  CF  LUTHER.  69 

I  will  love,  in  joy  and  sorrow ! 

Crowning  joy !   will  love  Thee  well, 
I  will  love  to-day,  to-morrow. 

While  I  in  this  body  dwell  1 
Oh !  I  will  love  Thee,  Light  Divine, 
Till  I  die  and  find  Thee  mine  ! 

JOHANN  AnQELUS. 


PARTING. 

"  Wha-T  meaa  ye  to  weep,  and  to  break  mine  heart  !♦♦- 
Acts  21  :  13. 

"  Wa,s  macht  ihr,  dass  ihr  weinet." 

'  What  mean  ye  by  this  wailing, 

To  break  my  bleeding  heart? 
As  if  the  love  that  binds  us 

Could  alter  or  depart ! 
Oar  sweet  and  holy  union 

Knows  neither  time  nor  place  ; 
The  love  that  God  has  planted 

Is  lasting  as  His  grace. 

Ye  clasp  these  Lands  at  parting. 

As  if  no  hope  could  be  ; 
While  still  we  stand  for  ever 

In  blessed  unity  I 


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I 


to  HYilNS   FROM   THE 

Ye  gaze,  as  ou  a  vision 

Ye  never  could  recall, " 
While  still  each  thought  is  with  you^ 

And  Jesus  virith  us  all  I 

Ye  say,  ' '  We  here,  thou  yonder, 

Thou  goest,  and  we  stay  1" 
And  yet  Christ's  mystic  body 

Is  one  eternally. 
Ye  speak  of  different  journeys, 

A  long  and  sad  adieu  I 
While  still  one  way  I  travel, 

And  have  one  end  with  you ! 

Why  should  ye  now  be  weepinj^ 

These  agonizing  tears  ? 
Behold  our  gracious  Leader, 

And  cast  away  your  fears. 
We  tread  one  path  to  glory, 

Are  guided  by  one  hand, 
And  led  in  faith  and  patience 

Unto  one  Fatherland  I 

Then  let  this  hour  of  parting 

No  bitter  grief  record, 
But  be  an  hour  of  union 

More  blessed  with  our  Lord  I 
With  Him  to  guide  and  save  us^ 

No  changes  that  await, 
No  earthly  separations 

Can  leave  us  desolate  I 

BpiTTi. 


LAXD   OF   LUIHKIL  71 

THE    ANGEIi    OF    PATIENCE. 

♦*  Ye  haye  need  of  ptitlence.— Hfb.  10  :  35." 
**  Es  zieht  ein  stiller  Ecgel  durch  dlesea  Erdenland." 

A  GENTLE  Angel  walketh  throughout  a 

world  of  woe, 
With    messages  of  mercy   to    mourning 

hearts  below ; 
His  peaceful  smile  invites  them  to  love  and 

to  confide, 
Ohl  follow  in  His  footsteps,  keep  closely  by 

His  side ! 


So  gently  will  He  lead  thee  through  all  the 

cloudy  day, 
And  whisper  of  glad  tidings  to  cheer  the 

pilgrim- way ; 
His  courage  never  failing,  when  thine  is 

almost  gone, 
He  takes  thy  heavy  burden,  and  helps  to 

bear  it  on. 


To  sofl  and  tearful  sadness  He  changes 

dumb  despair. 
And  soothes  to  deep  submission  the  storm 

of  grief  and  care ; 


72  HYMNS  FROM  TIIE 

Where  midnight  shades  are  brooding  He 

pours  the  hght  of  noon, 
And  every  grievous  wound  He  heals,  most 

surely,  if  not  soon. 

He  will  not  blame  thy  sorrows,  while  He 
brings  the  healing  balm  ; 

He  does  not  chide  thy  longings,  while  He 
soothes  them  into  calm  ; 

And  when  thy  heart  is  murmuring,  and 
wildly  asking  why  ? 

He  smiling  beckons  forward^  points  up- 
ward to  the  sky. 

He  will  not  always  answer  thy  questions 
and  thy  fear, 

His  watchword  is  "  Be  patient,  the  jour- 
ney's end  is  near!" 

And  ever  through  the  toilsome  way,  He 
tells  of  joys  to  come, 

And  points  the  pilgrim  to  his  rest,  the 
wanderer  to  his  home.  Spitta. 


LAND   OP  LUTHER.  73 

LOOKING   HOME. 

"  Having  a  desire  to  depart." — Phil.  1  ;  23. 
"  AcH,  una  wird  das  Herz  so  leer." 

Ah  I  this  heart  is  void  and  chill 
'Mid  earth's  noisy  thronging — 

For  the  Father's  mansions  still 
Yeh'mently  is  longing ! 

In  the  garments  once  so  strong, 
Now  are  rents  distressing ; 

And  the  sandals  borne  so  Ion?, 
Heavily  are  pressing. 


o> 


Oh !  to  be  at  home,  and  gain 
AH  for  which  we're  sighing — 

From  aU  earthly  want  and  pain 
To  be  swiftly  flying. 

With  this  load  of  sin  and  care, 

Then  no  longer  bending, 
Bat  with  waiting  angels  there, 

On  our  Lord  attending  I 

Ah  I  how  blessed,  blessed  they 

Who  have  rightly  striven, 
And  rejoice  eternally 

With  their  Lord  Ln  heaven  ! 

Spitta. 


74  HYifN'S   FROM  THS 


MORNING   HYMN. 

"  My  voift*  Bhalt  thoo  hear  in  the  mornloff,  0  Lord."- 
*•  Mop.OBK  glaaz  der  EwigkoIU" 

Jesus,  Sun  of  righteousness, 
Brightest  beam  of  Love  Divine, 

With  the  early  morning  rays 
Do  Thou  on  our  darkness  shine, 

And  dispel  with  purest  light 

All  our  night  I 

As  on  drooping  herb  and  flower 
Falls  the  soft  refreshing  dew, 

Let  Thy  Spirit's  grace  and  power 
All  our  weary  souls  renew  ; 

Showers  of  blessing  over  all 

Softly  fall  I 

Like  the  sun's  reviving  ray, 

May  Thy  love,  with  tender  glow, 

All  our  coldness  melt  away, 
Warm  and  cheer  us  forth  to  go, 

Gladly  serve  Thee  and  obey 

All  the  day  I 

0  our  only  Hope  and  Guide  I 
I>rever  leave  us  nor  forsake : 


LAND  OP  LUTHER. 


Ta 


Keep  us  ever  at  Thy  side, 

Till  the  eternal  morning  break, 
Moving  on  to  Zion  hill 
Homeward  still  I 

Lead  us  all  our  days  and  years 
In  Thy  straight  and  narrow  way; 

Lead  us  through  the  vale  of  tears 
To  the  land  of  perfect  day. 

Where  Thy  people,  folly  blest, 

Safely  rest !         Knov.  von  Eosenmoth, 


BECALIj. 


**  RsrtURft,  ye  backsliding  children,  and  I  will  h«al  yoar 
backsUdingJu"— J2B.  3  :  22. 

**  Kkhkb  wi«der,  kehre  wieder." 

Return,  return  I 
Poor,  long  lost  wanderer,  home  I 

With  all  thy  bitter  tears, 
Thy  heavy  burdens,  come ! 
As  thou  art  all  sin  and  pain, 
Eear  not  to  implore  in  vain  : 
See,  the  Father  comes  to  meet  thee, 

Points  to  mercy's  open  door ; 
Words  of  life  -dwl  promise  greet  thee — 
Ah !  return,  delav  no  more  ] 


(G  HYMNS   FROM   TUK 

Return,  return  1 
From  strife  and  tumult  vain 

To  quiet  solitude, 
To  silent  thought  again. 
There  the  storms  shall  sink  to  rest 
AVliich  now  desolate  thy  breast ; 
There  the  Spirit,  long  neglected, 
,i.  I  "Waits  with  bliss  before  unkno^vvn; 

And  the  Saviour,  long  rejected, 

Claims  and  seals  thee  for  His  owru 

Return,  return! 
From  aU  thy  crooked  ways ; 

Jesus  will  save  the  lost, 
The  fallen  He  can  raise. 
Look  to  Him,  who  beckoas  thee 
From  the  cross  so  lovingly. 
See  His  gracious  arms  extended ; 

Fear  not  to  seek  shelter  there, 
Where  no  grief  is  unbefriended, 

Where  no  sinner  need  despair. 

Return,  return  I 
To  thy  long-suffering  Lord. 

Fear  not  to  seek  His  grace, 
To  trust  His  faithful  word ; 
Yield  to  Him  thy  weary  heart — 
He  can  heal  its  keenest  smart ; 
He  can  soothe  the  deepest  sorrow 

Wash  the  blackest  guilt  away : 
Then  delay  not  till  to-morrow. 

Seek  His  offered  gift.s  to-day. 


LAND  OF  LUTHEK.  7< 

Return,  return ! 
Prom  ail  thy  wanderings,  home  I 

From  vanity  and  toil, 
To  rest  and  substance,  come  ! 
Come  to  Truth  from  Error's  night, 
Come  from  darkness  unto  hght, 
Come  from  death  to  life  undying, 

From  a  fallen  earth  to  Heaven — 
Now  the  accepted  time  is  flying, 

Haste  to  take  what  G-od  has  given ! 

8piTrA« 


GOING   HOME* 


"  BcT  I  wonid  not  have  you  to  be  iterant,  brethren,  cop- 
c^rning  thetn  which  are  asleep,  that  ye  sorrow  not,  even  ad 
others  which  have  no  hope." — 1  Thess.  4  :  13t 


/ 


"  UxsKR  Lieben  Bind  geschiedem" 

Our  beloved  have  departed, 
While  We  tarry  broken-hearted, 

In  the  dreary,  empty  house ; 
They  have  ended  hfe's  brief  story, 
They  have  reached  the  home  of  glory, 

Over  death  victorious  1 

Hush  that  sobbing,  weep  more  lightly , 
On  we  travel,  daily,  nightly, 
To  the  rest  that  thoy  have  found. 


'(]\  18  HYMNS  FROil  Tfi3 


i  I 


Ar9  we  not  upon  the  river, 
Sailing  fast  to  meet  for  ever, 
On  more  holy,  happy  ground  ? 

'  i  W  Whilst  with  bitter  tears  we're  mourningj 

Thought  to  buried  loves  returning, 

Time  is  hasting  us  along, 
Downward  to  the  grave's  dark  dwelling, 
Upward  to  the  fountain  welling 

With  eternal  life  and  song  1 

See  ye  not  the  breezes  hieing  ? 

Clouds  along  in  hurry  flying  ? 
But  we  haste  more  swiftly  on — 

Ever  changing  our  position, 

Ever  tossed  in  strange  transition- 
Here  to-day,  to-morrow  gone  1 

Every  hour  that  passes  o'er  us 
Speaks  of  comfort  yet  before  us, 

Of  our  journey's  rapid  rate ; 
And  like  passing  vesper-bells, 
The  clock  of  time  its  chiming  tella, 

At  eternity's  broad  gate* 

On  we  haste,  to  home  invited, 
There  with  friends  to  be  united 

In  a  surer  bond  than  here ; 
Meeting  soon,  and  met  for  ever ! 
Glorious  hope  1  forsake  us  never, 

For  thy  glimmering  light  is  dear. 


LAKD   Of   LUTHER.  79 

Ah  I  the  way  is  shining  clearer 
As  we  journey  ever  nearer 
To  the  everlasting  home. 
Friends,  who  there  await  our  landing, 
Comrades,  round  the  throne  now  stand- 
ing, 
We  salute  you,  and  wo  come ! 

Lanoe. 


THE  JOURNEY  TO  JERUSALEM. 


**  Jbsu,  was  hat  dich  getriebea." 

Jesus  I  what  was  that  which  drew  Thee 
To  Jerusalem's  ancient  gate  ? 

Ah  I  the  love  that  bumed  so  truly, 
Yv^ould not  suffer  Thee  to  wait! 

On  Thou  journeyedst,  thus  securing 

Me  a  city  more  enduring  I 

To  my  spirit  now  draw  nearer, 

Lord,  as  to  Jeinisalem  1 
Let  each  moment  prove  Thee  dearer  ; 

Make  this  heart  a  Bethlehem ! 
Tlius  my  Saviour's  love  possessing, 
Surely  I  have  Salem's  blessing! 


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80  HYMNS  FROM   THE 

To  the  world  Thou  hast  sent  me, 
Like  the  twelve  that  saw  Thy  face 
IJii  Lead  me  through  the  journey  gently, 

"  Keep  me  near  Thee  by  Thy  grace* 

My  allotted  work  fulfilling, 

Ever  ready,  ever  willing. 

Let  me  gladly  see  my  calling, 

When  and  where  Thou  sendest  me, 

Kever  into  darkness  faUing, 
Gazing  on  futurity ; 

But  obey  when  Thou  hast  bidden, 

Though  Thy  counsel  should  be  hidden. 

Let  me  follow  Thee,  my  Saviour, 
Not  V\"ith  words  or  empty  show ; 

But  my  heart,  my  life,  behavior, 
Prove  Thy  presence  here  below. 

Meekly  with  the  froward  bearing, 

And  each  brother's  burden  sharing ! 

Oh,  my  Lord  1  if  Thou  shouldst  ever 
Call  me  desolate  to  roam, 

For  Thy  truth  and  conscience  sever 
Every  tie  of  house  and  home, 

Tlien  draw  nearer,  if  Thou  smite  me ; 

Let  not  crosses  disunite  me. 

So  shall  I,  hosannahs  singing, 
All  the  desert- way  rejoice. 


LANT)   OF  LUTHER, 


81 


Late  and  early,  praises  bringing, 

But  with  feeble,  earthly  voice. 

Though  these  broken  notes  distress  mc, 

Jesus !  Thou  wilt  hear  and  bless  mo  I 

Lauekxtius  Laurentl 


THE   MSHCKANT. 

**  Agahc,  the  kingdom  of  heaven  is  like  unto  a  raerohantmai 
seeking  goodlv  pearh  :  who,  when  he  had  found  one  pef^r!  ht 
great  price,  went  and  sold  ail  that  he  had,  and  boughd  ii."^ 
Matt.  13  :  45,  46. 

"  ZrxKN  Ka'afmann  sieht  nuin  ohn«  Glelchen." 

Once  a  merchant  travelled  iar  and  wide, 
Over  mountain-chains  and  ocean's  tide  ; 
Slighted  and  despised  on  every  hand, 
Vrearily  he  passed  from  land  to  land. 

Not  with  treasure  treasures  to  acquire, 
Seemed  the  wanderer's  purpose  or  desire  ; 
Gold  and  silver  he  regarded  not — 
Pearls  alone  with  eagerness  he  sought. 

Many  were  produced  to  meet  his  call : 
iStrictly  he  examined,  weighed  them  all : 
Xothing  could  deceive,  or  please  his  eye : 
Calmly  he  surveyed,  and  passed  them  by. 

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S2  HYMKS   FROM    iilK 

kSadly  he  pursued  his  search  around — 
Ah !  the  0)i€  midst  many  was  not  found  ! 
Stars  indeed  he  saw,  but  not  the  Sun 
All  his  longings  sought  and  dwelt  upon. 

Weary  now  with  all  his  wanderings  vain, 
To  his  native  home  he  turns  again  ; 
There  he  finds  a  Fisher  on  the  strand, 
Stooping  down  to  draw  a  net  to  land. 

AVhat  new  treasures  of  the  deep  are  these  ? 
Who  this  unknown  Stranger  of  the  seas  ? 
Changed  His  aspect  now,  His  bearing  higli, 
A\'hile  He  speaks  with  gentle  dignity  : 

"  Peace  be  with  thee !     Now  thou  mayest 

obtain 
All  so  long  desired  and  sought  in  vain — 
Thou  'mid  many  fools  the  only  wise, 
At  thy  journey's  end  behold  the  prize  1" 

**  Yes,  it  is  the  One,  beyond  compare, 
Sought  so  long,  abandoned  in  despair  ; 
Stranger,  speak,  how  may  it  be  my  own  ?' 
^^All  thou  hast  can  be  the  price  alone." 

'•  Be  it  so !"  he  joyfully  replied ; 

"Lord,  take  all,  and  take  myself  beside  I 

For  in  wondrous  love  Thou  bring'st  from 

heaven 
What  no  monarch  ha-s  or  could  have  given." 


LAND   OF  LUTHEK.  83 

And  the  world  deceived  and  foolish  call 
Him,  who  for  one  jewel  gave  his  all ; 
But  unheeding  what  they  think  or  Bav, 
Glad  and  satisfied  he  goes  his  way. 

Food  is  his  which  they  have  never  known — 
Cordials  granted  to  himself  alone  : 
From  eai'th's  vanities  and  cares  set  fi'ee, 
Kow  he  walks  in  peace  and  liberty. 

Wondrous  blessings  reach  him  from  above ; 
Love  comes  down  to  meet  the  heart  oi* 

love ; 
Ever  as  he  views  his  treasure  bright, 
All  his  soul  is  filled  with  life  and  light. 

Blessed  they  who  find  the  priceless  gem ! 
Blessed  they  who  seek !  It  shines  lor  them 
Brightly  still,  the  prize  by  God  revealed, 
For  the  victor  on  Faith's  battle-field. 

FbOM  the  KlRCHEN-FBEUNDlS, 


84  BYMNS  FROM   THE 

SUBMISSION. 

*In  your  patience  possess  ye  your  souls." — Luks  81  :  1&. 

**  Stu-lk,  mein  Willa  I  deiu  Jesa  hllft  siegen." 

Be  Still,  my  soul  I — the  Lord  is  on  thy  side ; 
Bear  patiently  the   cross  of  grief  and 
pain; 
Leave  to  thy  God  to  order  and  provide — 
In  every  change  He  faithful  will  remain. 
Be  still,  my  soul  1 — thy  best,  thy  Heavenly 

Friend 
Through  thorny  ways  leads  to  a  joyful  end. 

Be  still,  my  soul  I — thy  God  doth  under- 
take 
To  guide  the  future,  as  He  has  the  past : 

Thy  hope,  thy  confidence,  let  nothing  shake, 
All  now  mysterious  shall  be  bright  at 
last. 

Be  still,  my  soul ! — ^the  waves  and  winds 
still  know 

His  voice  who  ruled  them  while  He  dwelt 
below. 

Be  still,  my  soul  I — when  dearest  friends 
depart, 
And  all  is  darkened  in  the  vale  of  tears, 


L-07D   OF  LUTHER.  fe5 

Then  slialt  thou  better  know  His  love.  His 

heart, 
Who  comes  to  soothe  thy  sorrow  and  thy 

fears. 
Be  still,  my  soul  I — thy  Jesus  can  repay 
From  His  own  fulness  all  He  takes  away. 

Be  still,  my  soul ! — the  hour  is  hastening 
on 
When  we  shall  be  for  ever  v/ith    the 
Lord — 

When  disappointment,  grie^  and  fear  ar-a 
gone, 
Sorrow  forgot,   Love's  purest  joys   re- 
stored. 

Ba  still,  my  soul ! — when  change  and  tears 
are  past, 

All  safe  and  blessed  we  shall  meet  at  last. 

Be  still,  my  soul  I — begin  the  song  of  praise 
On  earth,   believing,   to   thy   Lord   on 
high ; 

Acknowledge  Him  in  all  thy  works  and 
ways, 
So  shall  He  view  thee   with  a   well- 
pleased  eye. 

Be  still,  my  soul  I — the  Sun  of  hfe  divine 

Through  passing  clouds    shall  but  moro 
brightly  shine.  UNBSKANNTBa. 


86  HYMNS   FROM   THE 


THE    BELIEVER'S    DYING    TES- 
TAMENT. 

I  ■    ,,  "I  AM  now  ready  to  be  offered,  and  the  time  of  my  departure 

: »  'J'  Ip  Ht  hand."— 2  Tm.  4  :  6. 

*'  lea  habe  Lust  zu  scheiden.'* 

Weary,  waiting  to  depart, 

My  spirit  longs  for  flight ; 
Still  I  gaze  with  throbbing  heart 

To  Zion's  fields  of  light. 
When  His  summons  shall  be  sent, 

No  dweller  here  may  know — 
To  my  dying  testament, 

Friends,  hearken,  ere  I  go  I 

God,  my  Father,  to  Thy  hand 

This  spirit  I  bequeath ; 
Guide  it  through  this  desert  land, 

And  through  the  gates  of  death. 
By  Thy  gift  this  soul  was  mine — 

Take  it  to  Thyself  again, 
»So  shall  it  for  ever  Thine 

In  life  and  death  remain. 

What,  0  Jesus,  shall  I  make 

An  offering  to  Thee  ? 
Ah !  these  sins,  these  sorrows  take, 

So  grievous,  Lord,  to  me. 


LAXD  OF  LUTHER.  8i 

In  the  crimson  stream  that  ilows, 

My  Saviour,  from  Thy  side, 
Thus  my  faith  each  burden  throws, 

Hide  them,  for  ever,  hide  I 

O  thou  Spirit  of  all  might! 

I  yield  Thee  my  last  sigh, 
And  to  Thee,  in  death's  dread  fight, 

I  send  my  latest  cry  I 
As  hfe's  pulses  steal  away. 

Oh  1  speak  peace  to  me  ! 
And  let  my  fainting  soul  that  day 

Nothing  save  Jesus  see. 

Angels,  take  these  flowing  tears 

From  my  pale  cheeks  away  1 
Ye  can  pity  earth-born  fbars, 

And  gladly  will  obey. 
Bear  me  to  my  Saviour's  care, 

In  these  kind  arms  of  love, 
And  let  me  for  ever  share 

Your  tearless  bliss  above. 

Ye  beloved  ones,  and  true. 

Who  weeping  round  me  bend. 
Though  I  go,  I  leave  with  you 

Your  everlasting  Friend. 
Take  my  parting  blessing,  then, 

And  weep  for  me  no  more — 
Surely  we  shall  meet  again 

On  the  eternal  shore  1 


nf 


88  HTMNS  FROM  TH9 

k  Hi  11  }<"arth,  poor  earth,  IVe  spent  on  tliee 

' '    '  A  long  and  clouded  day : 

Take  as  my  last  legacy, 

This  dwelling-house  of  clay  ; 
In  thy  keeping  it  must  fall 

To  humble  dust  once  more, 
But,  ere  long,  thy  graves  shall  all 
In  living  truth  restore ! 

Tliis  is  my  last  testament — 

God !  fix  Thy  seal  thereto ! 
Now  I  wait  in  calm  content, 

With  heaven  full  in  view. 
Eesting  on  my  Lord  in  faith, 

I  pass  securely  on, 
Ejiowing  when  I  conquer  death 

My  heritage  is  won  ! 

B.    SOHMOLK. 


^WAITIISra. 

"  MiNB  hour  is  no^yet  come." — John  2  j  4 
•*  MsiVB  stxind  ist  noch  nicht  kommen." 

**  Jesus*  hour  is  not  yet  come  ;" 
Let  this  word  thine  answer  be, 
Pilgrim,  asking  for  thy  home, 

Longing  to  be  blest  and  free. 
Yet  a  season  tarry  on — 
Nobly  borne  is  nobly  done. 


LAND   OF   LUTHKR.  89 

Willie  oppressing  cares  and  fear<J, 
Night  and  day  no  respite  leave, 

Still  prolonged  through  many  yean?, 
IsTone  to  help  thee  or  relieve, 

Hold  the  word  of  promise  fast, 

Till  deliverance  comes  at  last. 

Every  creature-hope  and  trust, 

Every  earthly  prop  or  stay, 
May  lie  prostrate  in  the  dust, 

May  have  failed  or  passed  away ; 
Then  when  darkness  falls  the  night, 
Jesus  comes,  and  all  is  light. 

Yes,  the  Comforter  draws  nigh 
To  the  breaking,  bursting  heart. 

For,  with  tender  sympathy, 
He  has  seen  and  felt  its  smart ; 

Through  its  darkest  hours  of  ill, 

He  is  waiting,  watching  still. 

Dost  thou  ask.  When  comes  His  hour  ? 

Then,  when  it  shall  aid  thee  best. 
Trust  His  faithfulness  and  power, 

Trust  in  Him  and  quietly  rest. 
Suffer  on,  and  hope,  and  wait — 

Jesus  never  comes  too  late. 

Blessed  day,  which  hastens  fast. 
End  of  conflict  and  of  siii ! 


„ 


0.0  HYMNS  FEOM   THE 

Death  itself  shall  die  at  last, 

Heaven's  eternal  joys  begin. 
Then  eternity  shall  prove, 
God  is  Light,  and  God  is  Love. 


S  PITTA. 


PRAISE    AND    PRAYER. 


"  If  any  man  be  in  Christ,  he  is  a  new  creature;  old  things 
are  passed  away;  behold  all  things  are  become  new." — 2  Cor. 
5:17. 


"  0  TBKUBE  Heiland  Jesu  Christ." 

We  praise  and  bless  Thee,  gracious  Lord, 

Our  Saviour  kind  and  true, 
Per  all  the  old  things  passed  away, 

For  all  Thou  hast  made  new. 

The  old  security  is  gone, 

In  which  so  long  we  lay ; 
The  sleep  of  death  Thou  hast  dispelled, 

The  darkness  rolled  away. 


New  hopes,  new  purposes,  desires, 
And  joys,  Thy  grace  has  given ; 

Old  ties  are  broken  from  the  earth, 
New  ones  attach  to  heaven. 


LAND   OF  LUTHER. 


91 


But  yet  how  much  must  be  destroved, 

How  much  renewed  must  be, 
Ere  we  can  fully  stand  complete 

In  likeness,  Lord,  to  Thee  I 

Ere  to  Jerusalem  above, 

The  holy  place,  we  come, 
Where  nothing  sinfal  or  defiled 

Shall  ever  find  a  home  I 

Thou,  only  Thou,  must  carry  on 

The  work  Thou  hast  begun  : 
Of  Thine  own  strength  Thou  must  impart. 

In  Thme  own  ways  to  run. 

Ah !  leave  us  not — from  day  to  day 

Revive,  restore  again ; 
Our  feeble  steps  do  Thou  direct, 

Our  enemies  restrain. 


Whate'er  would  tempt  the  soul  to  stray, 

Or  separate  from  Thee, 
That,  Lord,  remove,  however  dear 

To  the  "DOor  heart  it  be ! 


When  the  flesh  sinks,  then  strengthen  Thou 

The  spirit  from  above  ; 
Make  us  to  feel  Thy  service  sweet. 

And  light  Thy  yoke  of  love. 


&2  BTMNS  FROM  THE 

So  sliall  we  faultlesss  stand  at  last 

Before  Thy  Father's  throne, 
Tlie  blessedness  for  ever  ours, 

The  glory  all  Thine  own !  Spitta. 


CAIiVABY. 

» 

•  SuRKLY  he  hath  borne  our  griefs,  and  carried  our  corrovva.' 
— Isaiah  53  :  4, 

"  Flibsst,  ihr  Augen,  Fliesst  von  Thranen." 

Flow,  my  tears,  flow  still  faster, 
Thus  my  guilt  and  sin  bemoan ; 

ifourn,  my  heart,  in  deeper  anguish, 
Over  sorrows  not  thine  own  I 
See,  a  spotless  Lamb  draw  nigh 
To  Jerusalem  to  die ; 
For  thy  sins,  the  sinless  One ; 
Think !  ah !  think  what  thou  hast  done ! 

See  Him  stand  while  cruel  fetters 

Bind  the  hands  that  framed  the  world, 

^Vhile  around  Him  bitter  mocking. 
Laughter  and  contempt  are  hurled. 
Heathen  rage  and  Jewish  scorn, 
Meekly  for  our  sins  are  borne. 
Sin  has  brought  Him  from  above  : 
Who  can  fathom  such  a  love  ? 


LAND  OF  LUTHER.  93 

Sc>oa  the  heavy  doom  is  spoken, 

Even  Pilate's  pleading  ceased , 
Jesus  to  the  cross  is  chosen, 

And  Barabbas  is  released  ! 

Ah !  there  is  no  loving  word, 

Not  one  voice  of  pity  heard  ! 

But  the  loud  and  frenzied  cry, 

Crucify  Him,  crucify  I" 


i;  n. 


Can  we  view  the  Saviour  given 
To  the  smiter's  hands  for  us  ? 

Can  we  all  unmoved,  unhumbled, 
See  Him  mocked  and  slighted  thus  ? 
Yiew  the  thorny  chaplet  made, 
For  His  meek  and  silent  head, 

HeaEjthe  loud  and  angry  din, 
And  not  tremble  for  our  sin  ? 

Pollow  from  the  hall  of  judgment 
This  sad  Saviour  on  His  way  ; 

But.  in  spirit,  as  ye  journey, 
Often  pause,  and  humbly  pray ; 
Pray  the  Father  to  behold 
By  the  Son  thy  ransom  told, 
And  a  Substitute  for  thee, 
In  His  Well-beloved  see  1 

Must  I,  Jesus,  thus  behold  Thee 
In  Thy  toil  and  son'ow  here  ? 

Can  I  nothing  better  yield  Thee 
Than  my  unavailing  tear  ? 


i 


94  HYMNS   FR03I   THE 

Lamb  of  God  !  I  weep  for  Thee ! 
Weep,  Thy  cruel  cross  to  see ! 
Weep,  for  death  that  death  destroys ! 
Weep,  for  grief  that  brings  me  joys  I 


|i{tf  Poor  is  all  that  I  can  offer — 

Soul  and  body  while  I  live ; 
Take  it,  0  my  Saviour,  take  it — 
T  have  nothing  more  to  give. 
(>ome,  and  in  this  heart  remain  ; 
Let  each  enemy  be  slain ; 
Let  me  live  and  die  with  Thee ; 
'o  Thy  kingdom  welcome  me. 


Tc 


Loud  and  louder  saints  are  singing, 
Glory !  glory !  Christ,  to  Thee ! 

Over  death  and  hell  for  ever 

Thou  hast  triumphed  gloriously. 

I  am  Thine,  and  Thou  art  mine : 

Oh !  to  see  Thy  brightness  shine  1 

Lord  I  Thy  day  of  grief  is  o'er. 

Come  in  glory — come  once  more ! 

La-urentius  Laurenti. 


It^li 


la:vd  of  lutukr.  95 


REUNION. 

"  I  SHALL  go  to  him."— 2  Sam.  13  :  33. 
"  WiKDEESEHN  !  ja,  wicdersehn  wird  einsi." 

^[eet  again !  yes,  we  shall  meet  again, 
Tiiough  now  we  part  in  pain  I 

His  people  all 

Together  Christ  shall  call. 

HaUelujah ! 

Soon  the  days  of  absence  shall  be  o'er, 
And  thou  shalt  weep  no  more  ; 
Our  meeting  day 
Shall  wipe  all  tears  away. 

Hallelujah  t 

Now  I  go  with  gladness  to  our  home, 
"W'ith  gladness  thou  shalt  come ; 

There  I  will  wait 

To  meet  thee  at  heaven's  gate. 

HaUelujah  I 

Dearest  1  what  delight  again  to  share 
Our  sweet  communion  there  I 

To  walk  among 

The  holy  ransomed  throng. 

Hallelujah  I 


I 


06  HTMKS  FROST  THE 

Here,  in  many  a  grief,  our  hearts  were  ono, 
But  there  in  joys  alone ; 
|fi  Joy  fading  never, 

Increasing,  deepening  ever. 

HaUelujah ! 

Not  to  mortal  sight  can  it  be  given 
To  know  the  bliss  of  heaven ; 
But  thou  shalt  be 
Soon  there,  and  sing  with  me, 

Hallelujah ! 

Meet  again !  yes,  we  shall  meet  again, 
Though  now  we  part  in  pain  I 
Together  all 
His  people  Christ  shall  call. 

Hallelujah ! 
M,  A.  ZiLLii 


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m 


JiCSUS  Alili-SUFFICIENT. 

*•  Tkb  Lord  is  my  portion,  saith  my  soul." — ^Lam.  3  :  94. 
**  WjBNTi  ich  Dm  nur  habe." 

If  only  He  is  mine — 

If  but  this  poor  heart 
Never  more,  in  grief  or  joy, 
May  from  Him  depart, 
Then  farewell  to  sadness, 
All  I  feel  is  love,  and  hope,  and  gladncvss. 


LAND   OF   LUIKZH.  37 


If  only  He  is  mine, 

Then  from  all  below, 
Leaning  on  my  pilgrim-staS", 
Gladly  forth  I  go 
From  the  crowd  who  follow 
In  the  broad,  bright  road,  their  pleaaurea 
false  and  hollow. 

If  only  He  is  mine, 

Then  all  else  is  given ; 
Every  blessing  lifts  my  eyes 
And  my  heart  to  heaven. 
Fill'd  with  heavenly  love, 
Earthly  hopes  and  fears  no  longer  tempt  to 
move. 

There,  where  He  is  mine, 

Is  my  Fatherland, 
And  my  heritage  of  bliss 
Daily  com^eth  from  His  hand. 
Now  I  find  again 

In  His  people  love  long  lost,  and  mourn'd 
in  vain.  Nova  lis 


9S  HYMNS   FRO-M    TAB 


ANTICIPATION. 


**  Beloved,  now  are  we  the  sons  of  God  :  and  il  doth  not  yet 
appear  what  we  shall  be." — 1  John  3  :  '2. 


♦'  Wis  wird  niir  seynl" 

What  shall  I  be,  my  Lord,  wlien  I  behold 

Thee 
la  awful  majesty  at  God's  right  hand, 
And  'mid  th'  eternal  glories  that  enfold 

me. 
In    strange    bewilderment,    0  Lord,   I 

stand  ? 
"What  shall  I  be  ? — these  tears,  they  dim  my 

sight, 
I  can  not  catch  the  blissful  vision  right. 


What  shall  I  be,  Lord,  when  Thy  radiant 

glory, 
As  from  the  grave  I  rise,  encircles  me  ; 
When  brightly  pictured  in  the  light  before 

me, 
What  eye  hath  never  seen,  my  eyes  shall 

see? 
What  shall  I  be  ?    Ah !  blessed  and  sub 

lime 
Is  the  dim  prospect  of  that  glorious  time  I 


LAXD    OF   LUTHEiU  99- 

What  shall  I  be,   when  days  of  grief  are 

ended, 
From  earthly  fetters  set  for  ever  free ; 
When  from  the  harps  of  saints  and  angels 

blended, 
I  hear  the  burst  of  joyfal  melody? 
What  shall  I  be,    when,  risen  from  tho 

dead, 
Sin,  death,  and  hell  I  never  more  shall- 

dread  ? 

WTiat    shall  I  be,    when  all  around  aro 

thronging 
The  loved  of  earth,  where  I  have  corne 

to  dwell  ; 
When  all  is  joy  and  praise — no  anxious 

longing, 
!s  o  bitter  partiog,  and  no  sad  farewell  ? 
\That  shall  I  be  ?   Ah !  how  the  streaming 

hght 
Can  lend  a  brightness  to  this  dreary  night ! 

Yes ;  faith  can  never  know  the  full  salva- 
tion. 
Which  Jesus  for  His  people  will  prepare  j 
Then  will  I  wait  in  peaceful  expectation, 
Till  the  Good  Shepherd  comes  to  take 
me  there, 
ily  Lord,  rny  God,  a  blissful  end  I  see, 
Though  now  I  know  not  what  I  yet  shall 
be  1  Lakgbeckee. 


700 


HYMN'S   FROM   THE 


GOB    CALIiING    YET. 


*•  U>rro  yon,  O  men,  I  call ;  and  my  voice  is  to  the  sora  ol 
man."— Paov.  8  :  4. 


"  GoTT  rufet  noch  !" 

God  calling  yet! — and  shall    I    never 

hearken, 
But     still    earth's    witcheries    my    spirit 

darken  ? 
This  passing  life,  these  passing  joys,   all 

fiying, 

And  still  my  soul  in  dreamy  slumbers 
lying! 


God  calling  yet  I — and  I  not  yet  arising. 
So  long  His  loving,  faithful  voice  despising; 
So  falsely  His  unwearied  care  repaying : 
He  calls  me  still,  and  still  I  am  delaying. 


G  od  calling  yet !  —  loud  at  my  door  is 
knocking, 

And  I  my  heart,  my  ear,  still  firmer  lock- 
ing: 

He  still  is  ready,  willing  to  receive  me, 

Is  waiting  now,  but  ah !  He  soon  may 
leave  me. 


LAND   OF  LLTHEK.  101 


God  calling  yet! — and  I  no  answer  giv- 

I  dread  His  yoke,   and  am  in  bondage 

living  ; 
Too  long  I  linger,  but  not  yet  forsaken, 
He   calls  me   still.    0    my    poor    hearty 

awaken ! 


Ah  I  yield  Him  all — all  to  His  care  confid- 
ing: 

Where  but  with  Him  are  rest  and  peace 
abiding  ? 

Unloose,  unloose,  break  earthly  bonda 
asunder, 

And  let  this  spirit  rise  in  soaring  wonder. 


God  calling  yet !  I  can  no  longer  tarry, 
Nor  to  my  God  a  heart  divided  carry ; 
Now,  vain  and  giddy  world,  your  spells 

are  broken — 
Sweeter  than  all,  the  voice  of  God   has 

spoken!  Gep.iiaed  Tersteeqe¥. 


102  HYMN'S  FilOM  THE 


HESIGNATIOW. 

"What!  shall  we  receive  pood  at  the  hand  oT  God,  tsi 
thall  we  not  receive  evil?" — Job  2  :  10. 

•"  Ice  liab'  in  guten  Stunden." 

I  HATE  had  my  days  of  blessing, 
All  the  joys  of  life  possessing, 

Unnumber'd  they  appear  1 
Then  let  faith  and  patience  cheer  me,. 
How  that  trials  gather  near  me : 

Where  is  life  without  a  tear  ? 

Yes,  0  Lord,  a  sinaer  looking 
O'er  the  sins  Thou  art  rebuking, 

Must  own  Thy  judgments  light. 
Surely  I,  so  oft  offending, 
Must,  in  humble  patience  bending, 

Peel  Thy  chastisements  are  right. 

Let  me,  o'er  transgression  weeping, 
rind  the  grace  my  soul  is  seeking ; 

Receiving  ^t  Thy  throne 
Strength  to  meet  each  tribulation, 
Ix)oking  for  the  great  salvation, 

Trusting  in  my  Lord  alone  I 

While  'mid  earthl}^  tears  and  sigliingj. 
Still  to  praise  Thee  feebly  trying. 
Still  clinging.  Lord,  to  Theei 


LAND   OF   LUTHER.  103 

Quietly  on  Thy  love  relying:, 

I  am  Thine — and,  hving,  dying, 

Surely  all  is  well  with  me  ! 

Christian  Fitrchtegott  Gellep.t. 


KEST. 

**  Wk  which  have  believed  do  enter  into  rest." — IIeb,  4  :  6. 
**ICH  bleib  bei  Dir !  wo  koennt  ich  's  besser  haben]" 

I  REST Vith  Thee,  Lord !  whither  should  I 
go? 
I  feel  so  blest  within  Thy  home  of  love  ! 
The  blessings  purchased  by  Thy  pain  and 
woe, 
To  Thy  poor  child  Thou  sendest  from 
above. 
Oh  I  never  let  Thy  grace  depart  from  me  : 
So  shall  I  still  abide,  my  Lord,  with  Thee. 

I  rest  with  Thee !     Eternal  life  the  prize 
Thou  wilt  bestow,  when  faith's  good  fight 
is  won ; 
What  can  earth  give  but  vain  regrets  and 
sighs, 
To  the  poor  heart  whose  pa^^sing  bliss  is 
done  ? 


104  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

For  lasting  joys  I  fleeting  ones  resign, 
Since  Jesus  calls  me  His,  and  He  is  mine. 

I  rest  with  Thee  !     No  other  place  of  rest 
Can  now  attract,  no  other  portion  please . 

The  soul,  of  heavenly  treasure  once  possest, 
All  earthly  glory  with  indiiTerence  sees. 

Poor  world,  farewell !  thy  splendors  tempt 
no  more — 

The  power  of  grace  I  feel,  and  thine  is  o'er, 

I  rest  with  Thee  !  with  Thee,  whose  won- 
drous love 
Descends  to  seek  the  lost,   the  fallen 
raise, 
Oh!  that  my  whole  of  future  life  might  prove 
One  hallelujah,  one  glad  song  of  praise  I 
So  shall  I  sing,  as  time's  last  moments  flee 
i^ow  and  for  ever,  Lord,  I  rest  with  Thee  j 

Adolph  Moeaht 


LOOKIISrO-   TO   JESUS. 

"  Kb  Ls  brouglit  as  a  lamb  to  the  slaughter,  and  as  a  sheep 
before  her  shearers  is  diirab,  so  he  openeth  not  his  mouth.'' — 
IsAiAU  53  :  7. 

*'  O  sTiLLEs  Lamm." 

0  SILENT  Lamb !  for  me  Thou  hast  endured, 
Jesus,  Thou  holy,  perfect,  sinless  0ns ! 


I 


LAND   OF  LUTHER. 


105 


TLxj  grief  and  bitter  anguish  have  secured 
My  soul's  salvation,  when  this  race  is 
run. 
Then,  let  me,  to  Thine  image  true, 
Thus  meekly  suffer,  with  the  crown  m 
view. 


The  narrow  way  that  leads  us  up  to  hea- 
ven, 
Must  here  through  strife  and  tribulation 
lie; 
•Then  on  the  thorny  path  may  strength  be 
given, 
This  sinful  flesh,  0  Lord,  to  crucify. 
Oh  I  take  this  feebleness  away. 
And  make  me  strong  to  meet  each  future 
dayl 


Fere,  daily  crosses  come  to  try  our  weak- 
ness. 
Here,  every  member  must  some  burden 
bear  ; 
But,  0  my  Saviour,  if  I  take  with  meek- 
ness. 
The  cross  appointed  by  Thy  lovo  and 
care, 
Too  great,  too  long,  it  will  not  be, 
For  it  is  weigh'd  and  measured  out   by 
Thee. 


106  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

\    If  thus  we  journey  patiently  through  sad- 
ness, 
)   Each  grief  will  make  us  dearer  to  our 

Lord ; 
But  if  we  flee  the  cross,  in  search  of  glad- 
ness, 
We  can  not  shun  His  dread,  avenging 
sword. 
Oh  1  blessed  they  who  hear  the  call, 
"Who  take  the  cross,  and  follow,  leaving 
all! 


So  help  me.  Lord,  Thy  holy  will  to  suffer, 

And  still  a  learner  at  Thy  feet  to  be ; 
Give  faith  and  patience  when  the  way  ia 
rougher, 
And  at  the  end  a  joyfiil  victory. 
Thus  grief  itself  is  changed  to  song, 
Ofttimes  on  earth,  but  evermore  ere  long. 

KA.RL  HeTNRICH  von   BoGATiKI. 


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LAND  OF  LUTHER. 


107 


PBAISB. 


"  Lkt  eyery  thing  that  hath  breath  pmiae  the  Lord.    Praia* 
ye  the  Lord."— Psalm  150  :  6. 

**  LoBC  den  Herren !" 


Praise  to  Jehovah  1  the  almighty  King  of 

Creation ! 
Swell    heaven's   chorus,    chime  in   every 
heart,  every  nation ! 
0  my  soul  1  wake — 
Harp,  lute,  and  psaltery  take, 
Sound  forth  in  glad  adoration. 

Praise  to  Jehovah!  whose  love  o'er  thv 

course  is  attending, 
Redeeming  thy  lifj,  and  thee  from  all  evil 
defending. 

Through  all  the  past, 
O  my  soul !    over  thee  cast, 
His  sheltering  wings  were  bending ! 


Praise  to  Jehovah !  whose  fence  has  been 

planted  around  thee, 
'Who,  from  His  heavens,  with  blessing  and 
mercy  has  crowned  thee. 
Think,  happy  one  1 
"What  He  can  do,  and  has  done, 
Since  in  His  pity  Ho  found  tliee. 


10  S  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

Praise  to  Jehovah !  all  that  has  breath  praise 

Him,  sing  praises ; 
Bless  God,  0  my  soul,  and  all  that  is  in  me, 
sing  praises. 
In  Him  rejoice, 
Until  for  ever  thy  voice 
The  hymn  of  eternity  raises  I 

JOAOHIM  NEAin)ElL 


HTM]>J  STJJSTG  AT   A  FUia"EKAIi. 

"  Hbkb  we  have  no  contlauiDg  city,  but  we  seek  ons  to 
Mme."— Heb,  is  :  14. 

"  WoHLAtTF !  wolilan !  zum  lettten  San^, 
Kurz  ifit  dor  VVeg,  die  Ruho  ist  lang.'' 

Come  forth !  come  on,  with  solemn  song  1 
The  road  is  short,  the  rest  is  long  1 
The  Lord  brought  here,  He  calls  away  • 

Make  no  delay. 
This  home  was  for  a  passing  day. 

Here  in  an  inn  a  stranger  dwelt, 
Here  joy  and  grief  by  turns  he  felt ; 
Poor  dwelling,  now  we  close  thy  door ! 

The  task  is  o'er, 
The  sojourner  returns  no  more ! 


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LAND   OF  LUTHER. 


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l\ow  of  a  lasting  home  possest, 
He  goes  to  seek  a  deeper  rest. 
Good-night  1  the  day  was  sultry  here, 

In  toil  and  fear, 
Good-night  I  the  night  is  cool  and  clear. 

Chime  on,  ye  bells  1  again  begin, 
And  ring  the  Sabbath  morning  in, 
The  laborer  s  v/eek-day  v/ork  is  done, 

The  rest  begun, 
"Which  Christ  hath  for  His  people  won ! 


Now  open  to  us,  gates  of  peace ! 
Here  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  cease. 
Ye  quiet  slumberers,  make  room 

In  your  still  home, 
For  the  new  stranger  who  has  come  1 

How  many  graves  around  us  lie  ! 
How  many  homes  are  in  the  sky ! 
Yes,  for  each  saint  doth  Christ  prepare 

A  place  with  care : 
Thy  home  is  waiting,  brother,  there  i 

Jesus,  Thou  reignest,  Lord  alone, 
Thou  wilt  return  and  claim  Thine  o\si]. 
Come  quickly.  Lord !  return  again  i 

Amen !  Amen  I 
Thine  seal  us  ever,  now  and  then ! 

F.  Sacebb. 


110  HYMNS   I'iiOM   THE 


KESURRECTIOI^. 

"  This  corruptible  must  pnt  on  incomiption,  and  tiiis  moriaJ 
iQuat  put  on  inuuortality." — 1  Cob.  15  :  63. 

"  AUFKB8TEHN,  ja  ouferstehn." 

Thou  shalt  rise !  my  dust,  thou  shalt  arise  I 

Not  always  closed  thine  eyes ; 
Thy  life's  first  Giver 
Will  give  thee  hfe  for  ever. 

Ah  1  praise  His  name  I 

Sown  in  darkness,  but  to  bloom  again, 
When,  after  winter's  reign, 

Jesus  is  reaping 

The  seed  now  quietly  sleeping. 

Ah !  praise  His  name ! 

Day  of  praise!   for  thee,  thou  wondrous 

day. 
In  my  quiet  grave  I  stay ; 
And  when  I  number 
My  days  and  nights  of  slumber. 
Thou  wakest  me  1 

Then,  as  they  who  dream,  we  shall  arise 

With  Jesus  to  the  skies, 

And  find  that  morrow. 
The  weary  pilgrim's  sorrow 

All  past  and  gone  1 


LAND   OF  LUTHEPw  111 

Then,  with  the  Hohest  I  tread, 
Bj  my  Redeemer  led, 

Through  Heaven  soaring, 

His  holy  name  adoring 

Eternally ! 

Klopstock. 


HERE    AND    THERE. 


"  EvB  hath  not  seen,  nor  ear  heard,  neither  have  entflrod  in^** 
the  heart  of  man,  the  things  which  God  hath  prepared  for  thom 
that  love  him."— 1  Coa.  2  :  9. 


"Was  kcin  Auge  hat  gesehen,'* 

What  no  human  eye  hath  seen, 
What  no  mortal  ear  hath  heard, 

What  on  thought  hath  never  been 
In  its  noblest  flights  conferred — 

This  hath  G-od  prepared  in  store 

For  His  people  evermore ! 

When  the  shaded  pilgrim-land 
Fades  before  my  closing  eye, 

Then  reveal'd  on  either  hand 
Heaven's  own  scenery  shall  lie ; 

Then  the  veil  of  flesh  shall  fall, 

Now  concealing,  darkening  all. 


112  HYMNS   FROM    THE 

Heavenly  landscapes,  calmly  bright, 
Life's  pure  river  murmuring  low, 

Forms  of  loveliness  and  light, 
Lost  to  earth  long  time  ago ; 

Yes,  mine  own,  lamented  long, 

Shine  amid  the  angel  throng  I 

Many  a  joyful  sight  was  given, 
Many  a  lovely  vision  here— 

Hill,  and  vale,  and  starry  even. 
Friendship's  smile,  Affection's  tear ; 

These  were  shadows,  sent  in  love, 
.    Of  realities  above  I 

When  upon  my  wearied  ear 
Earth's  last  echoes  faintly  die, 

Then  shall  angel-harps  draw  near- 
All  the  chorus  of  the  sky ; 

Long-hushed  voices  blend  again, 

Sweetly,  in  that  welcome-strain. 

Here  were  sweet  and  varied  tones,     '~ 
Bird,  and  breeze,  and  fountain's  Mi^ 
Yet  creation's  travail-groans 

Ever  sadly  sigh'd  through  all. 
There  no  discord  jars  the  air- 
Harmony  is  perfect  there  I 

When  this  aching  heart  siiall  rest, 
All  its  busy  pulses  o'er, 


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From  her  mortal  robes  undrest 
Shall  my  spirit  upward  soar. 
Then  shall  unimagined  joy 
All  my  thoughts  and  powers  employ. 

Here  devotion's  healing  balm 

Often  came  to  soothe  my  breast — 

Hours  of  deep  and  holy  calm, 
Earnests  of  eternal  rest. 

But  the  bliss  was  here  unknown, 

Which  shall  there  be  all  my  own  I 

Jesus  reigns,  the  Life,  the  Sun 
Of  that  wondj^us  world  above ; 

All  the  clouds  and  storms  are  gone, 
All  is' light,  and  all  is  love. 

All  the  shadows  melt  away 

In  the  blaze  of  perfect  day  I      '     Lakob. 


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